Long ago, I stood upon the shores of my heart.
And the longing within me called out to the Sea.
The Sea had pity on me and sent Her only beloved.
Then Love came to me and walked by my side.
And for seven moons I paraded the streets in joy.
I sounded the church bells night and day and stood upon the rooftops and praised Love's ecstasy.
But no one came rejoicing with me.
No one heard my cries of praise.
No one saw my beloved, though we walked hand in hand.
And for seven moons, Love felt unwelcomed in the world of men and my joy turned into sorrow.
And upon the seventh night, we walked together for the last time.
Love led me to the uncharted shores of my heart and bid me farewell with a sad kiss.
I pleaded with Her and clung to Her beauty.
But She would not stay.
For Love would not die of isolation amidst thousands of hearts.
For Love would have many lovers.
We parted ways and the tide came in and enfolded me.
And upon my feet and ankles, I felt the cool, refreshing touch of the Sea.
Within this touch, there was assurance greater than the pain of separation.
And with confidence, I bid farewell to Love and aided Her in casting off.
Now I walk the streets with no one at my side.
Only a sad and joyous smile covers my naked lips.
And the people pass by, two by two, and shake their heads saying:
There goes that man who has never known love.
Still, every once in a while, I return to the shores of my heart
and stand motionless for hours upon the sand,
hoping to see Love once again passing in the Mist.
But only the tide crawls at my feet and ankles.
And with its every return, memory washes over me.
And I am again reminded of Love's ecstasy.
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