PhoenixPhantom
March 21st, 2006, 04:57 AM
Creative Writing – Memories are made of these.
Causally the voice of the radio presenter announces the next song. My heart skips as a beat I hear the first note. The piano and the harps melody enchants me. Slowly the notes begin to build to a choir of angels. Beautiful. Just like we were. Just like we had been. Once upon a time long ago. The notes were the last I had heard before my feet became mice and my body a mere shadow. Carelessly treading on daisies to soften the fall of my feet. Excitement swelled inside me and if I were to tread on a sharp rock I would have burst. The gravel leading to my… no, our final sanctuary crunched even though I tried my best to quiet them with careful steps. Nothing could stop me now. Finally with hushed whispers we welcomed one another. Ducking into our sanctuary we made up for the thunderous silence only by the way we moved. Still time flowed on with no respect for us and, alas, everything that begins also has an end. Our final farewell soon began in that necessary silence and I left, the dry air cooling the sweet on my forehead. As I left I couldn’t help but smile, not knowing the terrible fate that beheld her.
Oh, how I wish now that I could once more experience single daisies sticking up between my toes. If only I could feel my hairs stand on end in a cold late night breeze once more. If only if only I could feel the warmth of her lips or smell the scent of her hair once more. Any one of those things are worth more than any gold and silver. Even bathing in the light of that same quarter moon would be worth more than all the riches of the world. If only I could once more stand! All I can do is try. So I hold myself on the edge of this cliff wondering if I can make it. Hope finally pushes its way to my thoughts and it gives me the courage I need to fall. And fall I do. Down, down onto my knees dragging the white flannel sheet with me. Similar to her, falling, only her sheet was much harder. Then as the song finally ends all I see is her but all I’m left with are crystalline tears running down my worn cheeks.
Causally the voice of the radio presenter announces the next song. My heart skips as a beat I hear the first note. The piano and the harps melody enchants me. Slowly the notes begin to build to a choir of angels. Beautiful. Just like we were. Just like we had been. Once upon a time long ago. The notes were the last I had heard before my feet became mice and my body a mere shadow. Carelessly treading on daisies to soften the fall of my feet. Excitement swelled inside me and if I were to tread on a sharp rock I would have burst. The gravel leading to my… no, our final sanctuary crunched even though I tried my best to quiet them with careful steps. Nothing could stop me now. Finally with hushed whispers we welcomed one another. Ducking into our sanctuary we made up for the thunderous silence only by the way we moved. Still time flowed on with no respect for us and, alas, everything that begins also has an end. Our final farewell soon began in that necessary silence and I left, the dry air cooling the sweet on my forehead. As I left I couldn’t help but smile, not knowing the terrible fate that beheld her.
Oh, how I wish now that I could once more experience single daisies sticking up between my toes. If only I could feel my hairs stand on end in a cold late night breeze once more. If only if only I could feel the warmth of her lips or smell the scent of her hair once more. Any one of those things are worth more than any gold and silver. Even bathing in the light of that same quarter moon would be worth more than all the riches of the world. If only I could once more stand! All I can do is try. So I hold myself on the edge of this cliff wondering if I can make it. Hope finally pushes its way to my thoughts and it gives me the courage I need to fall. And fall I do. Down, down onto my knees dragging the white flannel sheet with me. Similar to her, falling, only her sheet was much harder. Then as the song finally ends all I see is her but all I’m left with are crystalline tears running down my worn cheeks.