Time stands still
As the page unfolds,
To the story that remain yet to be told.
Unlike the pause between your breaths,
Smelling of strawberries in a faraway land.
A stretch after a long day,
When you gaze in content at the sinking sun...
The vibrant hues of pink and red that takes you back to the date,
You held her hand,
And unlike the fingers touching the symphony on chords of an acoustic strings ..
You slowly draw close to narrate her your plans for life...
And unlike the rosary beads you clutch and whisper a silent prayer holding her hands,
the delicate threads embroidered across your soul, beyond the fading contrast of life...
You stand still and gaze in her eyes ..
Deep grey, unlike a sky lit with the luminesce tiny lights hung beyond the dark curtain
Promising a destiny beyond the stretch of miles.
You speak, yet you fail to utter the words that fall on your lips, unlike the honey dripping from the nectar of the cherry blossoms across the streets in the warm april of springs.
You wait to clasp the moment ..
Unlike a child in the forest running behind the glittering fireflies
You close your eyes and envision
the reeling tapestry of flashbacks,
Heartbeats pacing,
Teardrop rolling down your peach cheeks ...
The dream that your heart held, unlike the fruit you patiently wait to ripe, and then you look again, and know that everything is just as real,
Unlike the perfect chasm of love and magic.
You ran back from it before, with despair to chase
You left without a sign,
In the fumblings of your foot to crawl the way you hated in the end...
And though the distance led you astray,
Beyond the oceans to gaze the expanse of the familiar horizon just in a different timeline.
But you came back in search
Returning to cross the bridge across the fields, where you promise for another day,
Unlike the past, where you fail to let go the crimes of a broken heart, cringing to a note in hopelessness...
And it is another day, as the dawn awakens to the chirping birds chiming a new melody
And you still stand at the place
Where you last met her and gaze at her pretty face, blushing back in off white and cream dress,
And you utter the words that had failed you for so long...
And unlike a bird in a cage trapped, it rises beyond the syllables and the pauses ..
Unlike a poetry lived in the short breaths that dreamt of sky painted of only you and her.
And then the page unfolds...
Where the magic overcomes the reality..
And a story of forever
Is seen to remain in a pearly book
Glistening in letters italics
That you name, as your story,
A forever without an end,
You finally sigh and call "Us" .
