THE BEGINNING OF THE END // An illuminated dark blue sky, highlighted by the last orange glow on the horizon. The wind whispered while waking owls shrieked.
I listened as the wind cooed into the night. I love you didn’t need to be said aloud, the feeling of the whispy touches on my cheeks spoke more than words ever could.
I wrote the words, I love you. I felt them in my bones and they shook with the pain of not being near.
The only promise that remains true is that time, time flows on.
That all consuming love for you began to feel like an extension of my being.
It no longer belonged to you, but to the ether that you were a woven piece of. I saw you in a kaleidoscope of color.
The pieces of your magnetic soul forming geometric patterns that changed the very nature of the universe.
Transitions of time. Transitions of love. The ebb and flow of the pulsing heart within. How it beats like a clock, starts and stops. Breaks and mends.
As I sit in the shadows of night with dew drops on my lashes, I wonder.
Is this how time began? The clocks that mimic the heartbeat that gives us life?
Then love with it’s chaotic hello, shattering the wheels and spindles of time.
Only to be repeated lifetime after lifetime, for it is only love that remains when our bodies return to dust and earth. Swimming in the illumination of eternity.
My mind has been exploring lately. Life and death. Love and the transitions of love. Light and shadow. Time and the way it never ceases even when it feels like it should do nothing but stop. Movement. A heartbeat that drops so low that I feel intimately close to that state of ceasing to be within this world. I have been thinking how our society paints only one image of romantic love but fails to show all the layers of loving. Fails to show that heartbreak, divorce is not failure but growth. It is a temporary pain that can blossom into extraordinary brilliance. And that love? It isn’t gone or ruined, merely different than it once was. Just as we are different ever morning that we have the privilege of waking. Much is brewing. Musings flowing. All between waking dreams. ✨