Dance of the Tiger; Song of the Wolf

If it doesn't make much sense, I'm sorry...I tend to write abstract sometimes.

It is forbidden.
It's simply unacceptable.
What a terrible thing!
Disgusting.
Sickening.
Repulsive.

Wrong.

They walked on, pretending the words of the other creatures didn't hurt as much as they did.  Nobody understood them.  Nobody saw how cruel they were being to the poor souls... Eventually they just realized there was nothing they could do, and walked on...walked on to a place they could call home, a place of their own among the brush.  This was somewhere no one knew of where no one could hurt them, and where no one could change them through the pressure that built with every glare, with every bit of scorn that one could not see or hear, but feel.  They were their own, in a place of their own... Home.

"I love you."

The words pierce her heart with joy like songbirds dancing in the rainbow after-shower arising from a rainfall, and lingered in her stomach like butterflies playing silently in the spring sky.  She spun in dances only described by his sweet song.  It flicked off his curled tongue, her smooth spiraling being a perfect fit.  They made artwork with their bodies without even trying.  Her stripes among the trees made the dance mysterious.  His golden eyes made his song seem all the more heartened.  Laughter - the dancing song of vocal chords struck in the most perfect manner.  Playful laughter filled their home with nothing but good thoughts and happy fortunes.

Sincere apologies for the pain to come.

He came to her in a deep melancholy...no song to lighten the mood like the kisses snowflakes give as they fall into a harsh winter, and no dance to express emotions like a flicker of a new painting with every step.  His words pierce her heart just as the songbirds and the butterflies, but with vain intent.  Pain seeps like blood from her torn soul as he tells her the words she never thought she'd hear.

"I have another."

She is struck hard.  She wishes to leave, wants nothing of this new found love he has in this heart for another not as herself.  She is shunned from what she once called home before they ran away.  She has no where to turn, so she goes backwards, back to the one she once loved in hopes of forcing the joy back into her heart, in hopes of sewing her wounds by clinging to the past.

It doesn't work.

He sees this and asks her what's wrong.  Her voice echoed, "Sing my sad song of solo dances and cries unheard under the face of the midnight sun." So he cried for her... he cried out a long, somber tune... this song cold, this song saddened. And then he left.  Just walked away from her again.  She tried to sing.  She doesn't sing the same way, the same emotional way, that he sings.  So she dances.  She dances around his life in hopes to step in again, welcome again, and maybe prove herself more worthy.

Love has no limits.

She feels love for him despite his harsh treatment, his harsh words, his melancholic song... She just wishes for love back.  His love will make the songbirds sing and the butterflies flutter, the rainbows and the selfless rainfall, the seasons, the sun and the moon...  "Sing my song." She begs.  And he replies every time...but not this time.  This time he's not strong enough, as he claims, to sing.

You're strong.

But he won't believe... he never believes her.  He won't even listen to her scream out in silence the reply to his words, words from a time so long ago but not far away... "I love you more."

Author's Note

PICTURE IS NOT BY ME.