The Emotionless

A thousand and one dreams had passed - dreams of verdant valleys and auburn butterflies, of golden wild horses and sapphire skies.

 

They haunted my mind and yet never changed the coldness of my stare, my touch, my voice. Somehow, it was the frost that kept me alive through the wretchedness of the human world.

 

The human world shattered me into little pieces too sharp to put back together. I cried, not allowing anybody to wipe away my tears, for somehow my senses knew that when nothing else was there to save me, my own tears would. The arctic wind flowed, iced the tears reflected among the shards of me, and I was whole again.

 

Tears and snow had saved me. Wind and rain had kept me alive.

 

And I became apathy - intimidating, melancholic, yet beautiful.

 

A thousand and one dreams dared to revive my heart - one that has denied to beat for eons. Not a single flight of the dragonflies (which I loved) could awaken my soul from the deep slumber of a hundred years.

 

I watched the stars every night, waiting for one of them to fall and bring me back to life.

 

Like the first lonely autumn leaf from a tree of galaxies, one of them did fall. We met. He smiled, and for the first time in a long time, I smiled as well.

 

His eyes were like candlelight - he looked at me and my soul was gently set aflame. I could touch the sun’s ripples again, as if it was the first sign of spring that drove away my winter wonderland.

 

He painted me a new world - he had saved me from the nothingness I lived in. He painted mountains and Oriental skies, cascading waterfalls and crystal oceans.

 

The sound of his voice was music, his laughter was bliss. And I heard myself sing again.

 

His mere presence was life. Auburn butterflies glided through the sweet breeze, fiery birds pirouetted above seas and rivers. The dance of the dragonflies finally touched my senses, and I could breathe again - as if I had fallen into ashes and after dynasties, reborn.

 

I felt the slightest touch of his hand, and I was the emotionless no more.

 

 

 

© Maxinne Marie

September 16, 2007 @ 5:19 PM

Reviews

[Barry S. Maltese]

Love has such a power that it can breathe life into the corpse of a soul. It can transform glaciers into springfilled meadows. It can heal wounds that have hurt and festered for centuries. It is merely a small word, yet it means so much hope, and strength, that it remains the missing piece to a vast variety of puzzles.
Great work. Your visuals do great justice to the transformation that saved your life. Nicely written

[Ice Queen of the Vampir..]

Wow!!! I can't believe I didn't review this sooner because this piece is amazing. So beautiful and wonderfully written. Awesome job!!!

Heather

[Marie]

This was beautiful.

[Jofer Serapio]

You are one of my favorite writers of all time. You never cease to amaze. This was no exception. It is as if you speak through the heart. I will never forget you as a colleague, Ayn. I envy the boy in this poem. :P

[Goddess Sophia (filomen..]

the power of love, the healing of touch
the dreams of a hungred maiden..
the frost..
i see that theme again...here as with the previous piece.
a great metaphor for how some humans feel...frozen..
you create great imagery in your pieces ...they bring me
to a time before this...
beautiful again!! bravo!! applauding your gentle talent.

[Mariam R]

all i can say is wow

[Rc R. Vagilidad]

i can hear Amy lee singing, simply enigmatic. and i can see Crystal Maiden dancing in her winterworld. you had played a ballet in this piece too, and put me into trance. the gothic feeling versus the dream like stream....creates a very dramatic mosaic..i agree with isamel rodri, you really did...ABSTRACTIONISMO... whatever it is..!!!

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

wow, great piece, :) ---mishy

[Alex]

that is beautiful ....
thank you for sharing ..

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Very vivid and colorful picture you paint with your words... That last line really pulled it all together... Excellant!!