Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The Misbegotten Silence.

It's begun to pour.
Someone's got a raw deal.
The angels are crying,
silently and with much fanfare.

There they sit apart,
Two parts of a machine once.
Familiar but strange,
Known and unknown.

"smile" like I am the only one.

Half-hearted attempts,
as they search for a needle in a stack of needles.
Where silence was once enjoyed,
'tis now met with suspicion.

The search is confusing.
Once known and now forgotten.
Around the bend, over and over.
Yet, the street remains unclear.

"smile" like you used to.

Maybe it's a dream.
Ready to be woken. again.
A pinch brings about pain.
None like that which lives with them.

He looked for his best friends.
The only gift he had,
stuck in his throat.
Their gifts are their curse.

"smile" for you are me and I am you.

There was a stranger amongst them,
akin to a cat amongst pigeons.
Darkness is a guest,
where passion had once resided.

As they stare into the distance,
I wonder..
Do they reminisce of passions gone by?
Do they worry of the heartbreak to come?

"smile" for I miss it so.

The big mighty ball of fire,
has gone west for a rest.
Lucy has her diamonds in the sky,
Darkness has its virtues.

As they step out..
They reach out.
And with a flash,
the're dancing in the moonlight.

Maybe, there is hope.
The odds are quite steep.

---fin---

This comes from a story I have imagined. The protagonists were this couple I spotted on a table. They were living in their own little world separated from the rest yet, there seemed to reside a chasm between them which one could have imagined to not have always existed.

I have imagined what may have been and liberties have been taken from present, past, personal and other passing influences. Like the seasons, so do relationships come and go.. I just hope we can savor each one for what it is and what it has made of us.