one sleeps, and one awakensI found you in my dream last night.I was sitting on the sandy beach listening to the pounding surf, and soft calling of the gulls. I closed my eyes and let the sounds wash over me. The birthing morning sun was throwing golden foil upon the water, and soft sea breezes brushed my face. Inner peace surrounded me. A crashing wave made me open my eyes, and a saw you sitting on a rocky section further down the beach. The waves crashed upon the rocks and you sat letting the ocean rain down upon you in fine misty droplets. There was a sadness about you in that you chose to sit so far away on the hard unyeilding rocks. But there were no tears - you stared out at the ocean as if daring it to answer you. Are you seeing the answer? Did you come to have the pain washed away or to clutch it close to your heart. You look through shadowed eyes tainted by the pain you clutch so tightly, missing the beauty which surrounds you, missing the human contact only paces down the beach, and missing God's tears on your face. With icy fingers the day returned pealing back the cool and forgiving shroud of night that had enfolded and cradled me for hours. Waves from the rushing tide in collision with the rocky outcrop I was sitting on anointed me, running in small rivulets down my face, becoming the salty tears I had long since run out of. My soul was lost, floating as if somewhere in that pitch dark sea. My heart shattered in a moment of careless words and misunderstandings lay in tatters in it's depths. The bright hope of promise and possibility cooled in the light of reason leaving me only the night and the sirens call begging me to come and embrace the void. Then a gulls cry pulled me back into myself as a cool breeze washed over me. The zephyr lay upon my shoulders as warm hands pulling the pain away, whispering to me not to give up hope. That's when I saw you sitting there, just a few steps away. The light played upon your face, bathing you with an angelic glow so natural that I had to wonder if came more from within than with the mornings kiss. Your hair caressed by the gentle wind fell across your shoulder dancing happily to it touch. Like a warm old friend the peace and serenity you were feeling embraced you and held you in his heart and his arms. I started to speak to you, to ask if you were real or just a vision of my heart when I realized that by speaking, I might disrupt it and shatter the dream. copyright by Master Martillo written by tasseau{Martillo} |