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|Posted on January 26, 2013 at 9:45 PM|
This week's word is "light."
E. A. Irwin
Aquamarine panorama fills my vision. Pounding surf, upon ancient rock, seduces my ears. I hear the siren’s song, beckoning me to jump from my perch in surrender. Sheets of brilliant hue adorn the sea as the sun presents a heart-stopping show before bidding adieu.
From where I sit, the world seems perfect.
A nebulous word. Yet, that is all which remains. Misty vagueness surrounds my heart, an imperfect dwelling where security should lie.
Briny wind taunts, though all I smell are zephyrs. A constant reminder of the elements you love.
Rocks, where I stand, awaiting your return.
The sketchbook you gave me is filled with daily reminders representing our lives. As I stare across the vastness of time and space, waves violently caress this place, and all I do is pray their laced cuffs of foam will hold your hands to claim me.
Wind catches the straw hat upon my head, worn to avoid the harsh sun’s rays, as I sketch another scene for you. Watching its voyage toward the horizon makes my heart sing our lost melody. Strange, something so unexpected would bring such joy.
I have time for one last sketch before I must return to the artifice of life. My hands work with the speed of an unknown force, attempting capture of the sea’s ever-changing beauty.
But there exists no remnant of time.
Just completeness infusing my heart.
My handiwork beseeches my stare. There you are. Picture perfect. Calling from a distant, lighted shore. As I run my hands over your face, I then caress the shell hanging around my neck. The talisman you always touched to bring good fortune, given to me before your last sail.
I refuse acceptance of you lost at sea. Surely, I would feel that loss, cutting as the reaper’s scythe divides life. Standing, I remove the talisman, kissing the object of our shared happiness.
It is cast into the transfiguring sea. Knowing you will always return.
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