THE WRITINGS OF THE TRUE STORY WHISPERED.part 1

TIME STANDS STILL SOMETIMES WHEN YOU THINK; NEVER FEEL LIKE YOU ARE WASTING IT WHEN ITS FOR THE BEST MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE;

 

 

HE MOURNED IN THE POURING SUMMER RAIN;

WARM DROPLETS TOUCHED HIM; REMINDING HIM HE WAS TAKING THE SAME PATH AGAIN

THE ONE THAT LEADS TO MISERY AND PAIN.

I NEVER FAULTED HIM BECAUSE HE WAS LIKE EVERYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD

GOOD OR THE BAD.

HE WAS A DREAMER;

A SEEKER;

A SOUL SEARCHING FOR THE NAKED TRUTH;

BUT ALL HE SEES IS A NAKED WOMAN,

FAST CARS, IN WORLD WERE NOTHING IS REAL

IF YOU DON'T HAVE THE PROOF.

 

SO WHATS THE TRUTH?

 

HE KEPT ASKING HIMSELF WHILE INSPIRATION

AND HER PEACEFUL SMILE TOOK HIM AWAY LIKE HE WAS IN SOME SORT OF MEDITATION.

 

AIR BLOWING UNDER THE SHADE OF A PALM TREE.

YET DROPLETS STILL TOUCHED HIM;

SENSING SOME STRANGE AURA

FROM TOUCHING HER LIPS AND STARING IN HER EYES, FILLED WITH SOME EXOTIC MYSTIC POWER

 

TIME WAS LOST EVEN THOUGH IT FELT LIKE IT STOOD STILL;

AND HE HAD FORGOTTEN THE FADING SAND IN THE HOUR GLASS.

HE HAD FORGOTTEN THAT EVEN THIS MOMENT IS GOING TO PASS

 

BUT TO HIM, IT WAS FOR A MOMENT WORTH HAVING;

ENJOYING;

EMBRACING;

 

LIKE ANY SACRIFICING WOMAN WOULD HER CHILD FOR ANY PRICELESS JEWEL;

HE DIDN’T MOURN IT(THE MOMENT);

BECAUSE IT WAS SOME SOUGHT OF BETRAYAL.

HE MOURNED FOR IT WAS THE SHORTEST TIME SPEND WITH HER ONE ODD WEEKEND IN THE PARK ON A TRAIL

 

WHEN HE WOKE UP THAT MORNING AND THE PHONE RANG;

HE QUICKLY RAN.

THEN PICKED IT UP IN A LOUD VOICE HOPING IT WAS HER ON THE OTHER SIDE;

BUT THERE WAS SILENCE ON THE OTHER SIDE. 

THEN A VOICE CRIED OUT; TELLING HIM SHE WAS GONE.

TAKEN IN A CAR CRASH IN A STORM.

HE SAW WITH HIS OWN EYES AT THE FUNERAL. 

 

UNDER THE TREE HE STOOD REMINISCING THAT ODD WEEKEND IN THE POURING SUMMER RAIN. 

WHEN HE HAD THIS CRAZY THOUGHT IN A BEAUTIFUL KISS.

AND TIME WAS LOST EVEN THOUGH IT FELT LIKE THERE WASN’T A DAY HE WOULDN’T CARE TO MISS;

 

AND HE HAD FORGOTTEN THE FADING SAND IN THE HOUR GLASS

FORGOTTEN THAT EVEN THIS MOMENT WILL PASS

AND MORE BRIGHTER ONES WILL AND ARE STILL TO BE MADE.

 

I REMEMBER THOSE TWO LOVING SOULS BECAUSE I WAS ONE OF THEM ONCE

WHEN I TOO STOPPED COUNTING THE BLESSING IN THE SANDS.

TO ENJOYING THE BLESSINGS OF THE HEART

 

I GLANCED OVER AND IT WAS GONE FROM THE OFFICE TABLE

SHE WAS STANDING AT THE DOOR WITH THOSE EYES AND THAT SMILE AND MY LONG SHIRT ON THE FLOOR,

NAKED AS USUAL

IN HER FRAGILE LOOKING HANDS, SHE WAS HOLDING THE HOUR GLASS.