Another night walking the streets

Belle Isle Conservatory - Detroit, MI

It was 3am again, he awoke in a cold sweat, another nightmare.
The pain in his chest from the heart break never seemed to subside, in fact every night the pain grew stronger.

As his chest tightened, he clutched and gasped as his eyes opened as wide as the sky. It had been a very long time since she had hurt him, yet as each drop of forgiveness fell as tears from his swollen eyes, he knew that only love was the answer and although he had found it in himself he yearned to feel the closeness of a love once past yet never forgotten, he knew that this pain was there to assist him to find his duality and make him grow stronger.

He dressed hastily, still sweating he wipes the tears from his brow, sighs and heads downstairs to walk the walk of solitude that only the night can bring.

Many a night he walks the streets, solum in his slumber, with his head facing the wet pavement he kicks stones as his feet scrape the tarmac, in a lethargic trance, he stumbles pacing slowly with no sense of direction he crawls along the streets once again.

Many hours pass, many footsteps trodden, he walks, he cries, he rips the hair from his head.
As each strand of hair falls in slow motion to the floor, they meet the tears in a dance of quite contemplation.

He knows not where he’s going, he knows not the direction that the wind blows, yet despite the unknown he knows that a new love is on the horizon, he takes comfort in the joy it has brought him thus far as she is the most precious gem he had ever felt, not just in his heart but right to his very soul he knows she is an angel of the light inside and out and that he will always love her even if only from a distance.

He smiles in remembrance of the many times his new love had given him the joy of her company. The joy and love this being of light had freely given him was worth all the previous pain he had endured.

As he wipes away his tears and thinks just of her loving smile, he knows peace in his heart as he has found true love, meaningful love, not just of pleasures of the flesh, as of yet they had not shared their souls and become one physically, but a universal love, that they where connected across time and space and had spent many lives together, they would always find each other, despite his yearning just to hold her, he patiently awaits the day she calls him to her.

This mattered not to him, it didn’t even matter if in this life she wasn’t with him romantically for he was happy just to have found her once again and knew they’d be together once again one day.

It was at this moment the pain from the torturous happenings that had weakened his resolve lifted from his heart and although she may never be by his side, as his lover, his wife, he knew that she would always love him for it was not a new love, but a love that spanned the ages, a love that could not die, for she was a rose in full bloom and he marvelled at her beauty.

Te quiero mucho mi amore.

By Stuart Smith 2013

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