***Hi guys, I am not done writing my book believe me it's just taking flight! but This is a poem I wrote almost a year ago. I wanted to post it here for someone very dear to me in this site...to dear My Bloody Soul Writes: I know how you feel darling! It will be okay! :) ***
It was a moment in life when time went still, When the clock refused to strike another hour, and the calendar seemed to fit twelve months into one.
When a day confused itself between day and night, and a even my own mind decided to re-live a day more than once at a time.
This was an alternative world, a different life, another point in time. Where the deepest of desires flourish in secret, and the most earnest of thoughts thrive within a marvelous scenery.
I disregarded the feeling as much as I could withstand. But It happened. And it hit me full force. As if the earth shifted beneath my feet, startled, only to realize I was still standing.
I tried to get a grip of reality, a quick grasp of sanity, but there was nothing but , a cool soft breeze of that summer air, with the genuineness of those deep set brown eyes, the warmth of that gracious smile, so incandescently warm it penetrated the depths of my memory.
A surreal enchantment, a thousand steel cables that held me down to one specific summer day. The clock who once vigorously raced with the calendar lost it’s stride, the hands who gladly stroked the passing hour, became pangs of misery. The calendar feared to advance, because it felt it was already a day too late, a day that it has forced me to re-live ever since.
But my stubborn heart kept me holding on, even if my mind knew the moment had passed, and I tricked my self into a fantasy. By day I lived through the motions, doing as much as possible under the sun’s glare, because the more it saw me do the sooner it would set , and I longed for it to go down so I could be a day closer to you, and by night I let my self slip to create a world all of my own under the dazzle of the moon who watched over me every night, and every once in a while it would disappear from me, because even she couldn’t stand to see me fool my self the way I did.
Then when the day I so longed for was getting close enough for me to touch, a voice came at me forcing me to face the fact I was too late, that I had nothing to count for, nothing to hold on to, someone stronger had yanked the cause for my delight, someone had claimed those soft brown eyes and that warm smile that had kept me warm over the hundred day’s I had waited. And it left me cold, and vulnerable and feeling oh so foolish, for how I could ever match someone with such power, I was just some absurd child who let herself get caught up in the fascination of that summer day. And when the day came I watched from afar and kept in silence.
And last of those summer day’s came to an end and cold fall began when leaves change reveal their true color and fall to be replaced, and the frost passed and a new year began, and time continues to pass but the lesson remains.From Time to time, in the mist of it all, I'll still find my self lost in that summer day, and visiting that alternate reality walking the paths of the world I created, and pondering with a smile of regret what had happened had I stayed.
