There are two sides to every truth, and two perceptions to a story. One is occupied with shame, and the other filled with glory. You dream of grand deeds accomplished, but get nothing in return. Your life is but an open book; blank pages left to burn. You feel like there's an empty gap, a void in your existence. You’ll conquer many feats one day, but to which there’s no resistance. You’re ignorant yet wise, and in a muddled daze. Then you notice her, across the cloudy haze. She looks at you and smiles, and her beauty shines right through, The emptiness and apathy, that consumed so much of you. She wades across the blackness, and whispers silently. In an angelic voice she questions, “Do you remember me?” Her eyes reflect your sadness, obscure yet crystal clear. Opaque and lucent both, they invite you to come near. There’s something about her smile, that you can’t quite remember. A memory once lost, like a flower in late December. Her gracefulness alarming, while luring all the same. She speaks to you again and says, “I do so love the rain.” Then you suddenly remember, your mind is racing fast. A memory unfolded, to reveal a fragment of the past. Your long-lost love unearthed, but just not quite the same. It reminds you of the pale grey clouds, of spring showers, and of pain. She never heard from you, in fact you were barely even there. You seemed so far and distant, your eyes a vacant stare. You remember now what happened, to your humble love affair, She walked away unnoticed, as you stood there unaware. But now the truth has been uncovered; it’s reappeared and so have you. To reclaim a love that once was lost, your Cinderella’s shoe. You apologize profusely, but your pleas fall on deaf ears. You cannot repay the debt, that has extended through the years. So she walks away in silence, her beauty still untold, And masks her presence in orbed clouds, lined in wedding gold. |