Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Your picture reprints itself in my minds eye and I think of the glorious times we shared. I smile and feel contented in the thought of revisiting you, at least in my mind. You are as wonderful now as you were then and all of the moments bring me great joy. A joy that leaves me with a sense of wonder and delight. At this moment another picture forms, it makes of itself a scene of black and white patterns which leads the mind to the reverie of exotic passions, born solely out of our loves desires. That love snowy white, pure and untarnished like a single white rose, the symbol of my love for you once. I remember the splendor in which we explored every continent our different worlds had to offer. The gifts we would bestow for payment, the fruits our lands brought forth – and yes, even our resisted attacks that won us no victories. I awaken and realize in this moment you are with me - in spirit. I marvel at our life once lived and I am glad to be alive. And it is also only now that I realize that once single perfect white rose is now, nothing more than a pile of dust at my feet.