One Week In Heaven

The summer air was heavy and sweet, with you and I in a land far away. Streets littered with strangers never met, and you the one I began to know. You wore blue with your locks low playing in the wind, and I wore a dark maroon with not a part in my hair. Music played from travellers' harmony, as local inhabitants payed little notice. But my attention would not divert from you, as I began to fall hopelessly and willingly. Clouds above moved quickly in hurried excitement, and gentle leaves blew by, swooping and flipping, in their carefree style. We walked together not knowing where to turn, and we let our hearts, connected, be our guide. You spoke with an accent, foreign to my own, yet never did words mean so much or heard so clearly. This was not a vacation to escape life, but a retreat to find its beauty. That night the sky lay blanketed with stars, as I had never seen such clarity without light. The moon stood watch over its mother earth, as all slept quietly in peaceful dreams. You and I made love as I had never before, for it was not something casual, but something much more. I would look into your eyes beeming with life, praying for it not to end, for they knew every truth as great and with promise. Then we slept, and I can never forget that morning, for when I awoke, there you lay beside me, and I watched you breathe and felt your warmth. Every moment of that vivacious and deeply profound week, we spent together as strangers no more, and knowing little else but new-fangled love. No rain was spilled from a tearless sky, and no expectations were set as all was spontaneous. Yet the week soon grew to an end, and the rain began to fall with sullied remorse. We said our farewells to the notes of a violin. Numbers were not exchanged and names were not said, as we wanted the memories forever etched in perfection. For you are not a love lost, but a love learned and never forgotten. And for that, I am grateful, for you have not just touched me, but you have become a part of me, and some part of me has now grown with you. Written March 4th, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 04:21 PM PST   0 • 8