Some start with a crow's feather in the lawn of thorns with a hope for an end. It may not be beautiful but it still accomplishes the thought of a beautiful world in her lap where the way to heaven leads you into her eyes. Despite of all fear and trouble it ends on a "rock of remembrance" and a glaze of her beauty wrapped in innocence of the question that puts you in deafening dilemma.
It starts with a song where the goddess herself beckons the night to fall down. She, with all her powers and freedom pleads the night to fall down and awaits the dawn which will see her love in the midst of all. The night is long, dark and horrible but she still manages to smile at it and keep the conversation on.....
"Oh.. My dear lord, when will be the time we meet next, when will be the time when my eyes fall on anything and it turns out to be him"
"Oh... Lord this night is painful, its scary, its taking my soul with it. Please Lord, let me, show me, the way, the light which ends in the shadows of my love who has been long waiting for me; to see me into my soul, to look into my eyes, to answer the thousand questions arising in my innocence which is ready to break. To hold me tight in his arms when the souls see no bodily boundaries. To lock my lips in such a way that no breath escapes his scent and my soul enter his and I reach heaven. I see my in him my destiny a desperate freedom of being what I am and not being driven by the seldom changing blows o f wind in this cold night."
"Lord.... I am cold or am I dying or am I desperate?"
"Oh.... Lord...."
She talks long for her love, for her freedom, for her destiny, but the night is on. Its chilling cold blistering the ivy leaves. This night is on.
May be the Lord is not listening to her loud cries, her yells...... but a thousand miles apart, away from her, he recognizes the heat in the wind. It must have met her soul, it must have touched thou beautiful soul. It still has the scent of her. He can recall the wind when his lips were tenderly touching her's and she had her eyes closed. No questions arising, her smiles innocent and bright. Just the nod that she loved him, just the silent approval that she will take the pain, she will walk though any lane. "That they must meet or both shall die" in a hope to find an end.
He sees the blank and lonely road, closes his eyes and says to her "I believe in fate, do you?"
She says "yes"
He asks "I believe in destiny, do you?"
She says "yes"
He says "I believe in you, do you?"
She says "yes"
Hes questions "I believe in my self, do you?"
"yes"
Then he yells aloud to the stars "I believe that we are destined to believe in ourselves and our fate will make us find our way through." "Are you there with me my love, are you there where I have never allowed anyone to be till now. Will you come and fill the emptiness of my life"
"YES" She is crying now. With her eyes trying to find a place to hide and her voice choking.
Then come and hold me tight. Hold me like you will never let me go, like we were not two but one and forget everything. My love lets sail in this boat and let fate be our row.....
In the rain he lifts her in his arms..... the Lord was always listening...... he has showered love and the souls are wet.....
~x ---- There is always an End ---- x~
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