The frame on the wall speaks to me, in a language lost in memories of her. It was as though looking into a mirror, except that there wasn't one. She loathed them for they highlighted her flaws. She felt that the mirrors laughed at her, calling her a chimerical creature. Hence, she loved midnight when everything was dark and pointing out one' flaws was a difficult task.
It was madness though, for the flakes of winter were announcing their arrival. It was the end of November. The chilly weather worked like a seed for our soulful proximity. It wasn't physical, just plain platonic.
Never in my wildest dreams I thought that the most romantic thing in this world would be walking down the road under moonlight with cold winds covering us like a cosy blanket. A subtle yet dignified way of expressing admiration. Although, it is nothing but pure madness that makes one do certain things that seem frivolous at first but start to make sense once a revelatory realisation occurs. Of nothing but a feeling, a deep and pure feeling.
Love is always depicted as a flight of stairs. One goes upwards when a certain chronology is followed. That is how they do it these days, a pre-planned chronological procedure. Gone are those days when one could feel the heat from a distance. When actual fireworks used to take place, bestowing one with the feeling of satisfaction which can be mirrored when November descends into December. Transcending into a world that is astray whilst in the company of tranquility.
//Like a native shelter it protects us with appease of bewitchingly dignified intimacy//
If I ever had a chance to choose my end, I'd be floating in the water, the waves making me smile, as they rock me back and forth, Lulling me to a restful sleep, the sky would look warm, the sun grinning at me, telling me it's okay, That I won't be all alone...
Gradually, I'd go deeper, Explore the beauty beneath, The water turning bluer, Hidden from the world, Listening to the age old mysteries of sunk ships and secret possessions, Satiating my curiosity, The resplendent life inside, Succumbing to their fate...
Whenever it be dark Be it your room or your heart Let me be the silver lining We'll have a glorious start I watch your tears fall And collect these drops of rain I lock them in a jar Turn them of glee from pain I follow all those rills Of salty water on your cheeks I'd see through your eyes And you won't have to speak I'd soothe you through your nightmares Cradle you through the night I'd sing you through the dark Till you be the light I can't promise to buy you moon Or fly you to the star But only if you'd let me I'd prove How very precious you are