Post by Lyrikitty on Jan 5, 2009 22:36:49 GMT -5
Life presents rare few chances at the things that really matter.
A stolen moment with a love, hidden away form prying eyes. A tender embrace, with unspoken words screaming in it, begging for an answer. A look, unsheilded, form crystal pools spill love unknown, untouched, froth a love that could never be tamed or quieted. A friendship, never questioned, that bloomed, standing meekly at the brink of something more, leaning over a ledge, ready to dive into a greater thing.
Such things are lost on fools. On people who live their lives in a different world, who see things through clouded vision. A fool throws it away knowing what they lose, but it is so much worse to shove away what you don't comprehend.
My heart races when I think of you, my body quivers, and I feel weak. I want, how I want, to throw myself at your feet and beg for those days to return, for a chance at what you offered once with silent eyes and open heart. Worse than a fool I am, for never did I see what I could have had.
Never were my eyes opened to reality, to the brilliant light thatw as you, my knight, my king, until shadows filled the space you once stood. Now, with my light stolen away, I see clearly.
I see into the darkness, and know what I have lost too late. Fearfully, I pray, pleadingly, I beg the silent Gods to offer me a ray of hope, some tiny beacon to know I am not alone, but none comes.
Lost to the darkness now, my heart shattered and desolate, I wait, sitting on the ground at the end of a long road, waiting, hoping, to see my knight return, striding carelessly down the lane.
To see my knight, and watch as his eyes fall on me, filling with the light I so desparately miss, so direly need. To fling myself into open arms and be held, to be loved like i never allowed. How I dream of that day.
But as time crawls by, that wretched beast, my knight never comes, and alone I sit, waiting, waiting.
Along I sit, thinking now on my mistakes, on the many things I should have done differently. I should have smiled more, laughed more. I should have cried less, and taken the time to look around, to enjoy the little things of life. I should have opened my heart to the world, and I should have opened my soul to you. Mistakes.
Slowly piling higher and higher until I can scarcely breathe from them, until I am swimming in a sea of my wrongs.
As I sit on, ever hopeful, ever pleading that my knight return, life flees. Heart stops beating, and mind slowly fades to darkness, and I know my time has come. Sadly, I let the blackness creep on, and as I slip away, my knight returns.
The last thing I see, the last thing I know, is as I leave this world behind, I tell my knight I'm sorry. I tell my sweet that I loved him so, and that for all I'd done I was a fool. Softly I begged him with weary eyes to forgive the mistakes I'd made, and in the end, as it always does, love made way for redemption in the eyes of te heart, all all was forgotten for but a moment of bliss, and a single, sorrowful kiss.