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

[Amanda Crandall]

kept me intrigued all the way to the end good job the pace was perfect

[~ Tex]

As always, you are a joy to read... your words as vivid a paint as any ever wielded and stroked upon canvas. I feel the energy and sense the mood... I have a clear image in my mind, as clear as if I am seeing and feeling the whole scene. Your words have both power and flow. They are as smooth as a fine aged malt, or perhaps a mink . Keep up the great work and I look forward to your next piece!

[Ismael Rodriguez Jr.]

you painted a beautiful picture. this is so full of emotion

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Beauitful - just beautifully expressed. It is true how much a good cry can do and the hero in the end rescues the fair maiden. Wonderfully described. Very poignant tale. Thank you for sharing.
Light,
Siddartha

[Angelheaded Hipster]

Beautiful apathy....For some reason that line stuck out the most for me....Maybe because I have my moments where I am truly without caring for anything, and I can relate.

I like the write, the images were right on, and it flowed. I dont read many dream poems in stanzas like this...great job with this one!

[Bubo]

This is so deep, and very romantic..............feeling nothing to feeling through the
power of love.

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.

Such beautiful imagary, and wonderful descriptive words.........a very enjoyable read, and beautifully written.