IMAGINE!
One of the beauties of meeting online is that your imagination plays a much larger role in the event. your imagination imbues the conversation with color and light based on your reaction to the words on the screen. Our response to the words creates pictures in our mind. A virtual fantasy surrounding the conversation. A construct that can be achingly beautiful.
Imagine
“but your words clung to my heart for days and I had to return”
A gentle soul, I first held her in my imagination,
like a butterfly that for some strange reason
chose to alight upon my out-stretched hand and stayed, gently fanning her wings.
I held my breath, afraid that she might fly away for ever
And yet…she remained.
Listen
“Yes, ready to listen and talk and share. Help me begin.”
She remained. She share her pain, her hurt, her hopes her dreams, her desires…
I listened and shared as well of similar affairs of the heart and spirit
And deep down in my heart felt the first glimmerings of a connection,
And a hope that this might be more than a conversation.
And still…she remained
Vision
“Here is a glimpse into me”
She said not of me, but into me. A vision in blue
A nymph clothed, yet in my mind barely so.
A face, a voice, and yet so much more, a real, whole, complete woman
Staring out at me beckoning me to come in, to come home.
And secretly…she remained
Fantasy
A nymph clothed, yet in my mind barely so.
A face, a voice, and yet so much more, a real, whole, complete woman
Staring out at me beckoning me to come in, to come home.
And secretly…she remained
Fantasy
“Last night was like a dream, a lovely one”
And then, oh then it was all in, every chip she owned, every card on the table
Every moment of the past laid out for me to see, to understand.
And she waited as soft as a butterfly, gentle as the breeze,
Waited on my outstretched hand,
And fearlessly…I remained
I took her hand, held her close, bid the past adieu and be gone
And it was swept away like dust in the wind.
I carried her off into the night, left all the pain behind
And together we made a new beginning, forged a new moment of joy
and only.....we remained
And so it began for us, and so it continues
I built a beautiful fantasy, a butterfly that became a woman
a woman that became more real than I imagined.
Sometimes all the rules of logic just don't apply, and we allow simplicity to move us to a magical place. Our task is then to stay "in lust", much more difficult than staying in love. Beautiful writing from a most beautiful soul.
ReplyDeleteAnd she stays, listening to each chapter on the outstretched palm of the one who loves her.
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