Dream; short-lived
Every fiber of my being ached as you turned to leave. I would have begged 'till morning light if it could make you stay another day, another minute even. So much had I come to depend on your presence. In a matter of hours you captured every feeling, every stranded thought, my very soul. Your name became the fire that flamed my dreams and nightmares; the iron bars of confinement I would cherish for a thousand years if time on earth were not as limited. The mere memory of your gaze awakened the need for you embrace, a moment longer in that summer's day as longing ran through my veins rendering me hopeless, curled up like a child who's frightened of the ongoing storm. A storm of feeling, so pointless and intimidating. A storm that left me crippled, broken like the wreckage of a boat crushed by the roaring maidens of the ocean. And still, I wouldn't dare or dream to ask for more than the memory which slips away with every strike of the Great Clock. I would only dare to wish for a day such as the blessed one we shared and secretly count the endless seconds 'till our eyes meet again.Short story by Cybele
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Written on 2009-08-23 at 02:16
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