And in an afterthought she finally sees, with all the affection given, and all the poetry recited that only in that moment of trial it will all be weighed.
Besides, the eternal beauty of the skies is always hidden beneath the clouds.
And she is but a tree, waiting for her sunlight, waiting patiently, standing very still with only her branches moving from side to side.
Back and forth, back and forth until her lover decides to finally come home in the morning.
But in some days, the sun could not offer some more, its rays could not pass through the thick monochrome skies.
And for every reader it is like the pages of a book, a story with a familiar beginning and a hopeful end. After the story has been told, after all the pages have been leafed through, the book is meant to be placed back in the shelf.
As the writer takes a sip on his ginger beer drink, and lights up a cigarette, he takes one last deep breath before he hears the typewriter bell.
No songs will be written after him, no poems recited for him, just a paper to finish, a story to tell.
“Let me bask under your sunlight”, He plead.
“And if ever the sun doesn’t shine anymore, I will wait until night fall and go bathe in your moonlight instead.
Should the moon refuse to give its light, I’d bribe the stars to be more forgiving, so they can relearn to lend some of theirs onto me.”
I looked down on my feet, and saw my shoes cracked open. My worn down pair reminded me of the days on the road. My breath was constricted because of the altitude, my mind troubled by the sharp turns taken on the mountain cliff side, however dazzled by how each shoulder blade rested against each other for support, like the trees we pass by.
With clogged misty lenses, my eyes can hardly see. I have tried to wipe them clean, but the moisture only smeared the glass. The fog was more pronounced out here, boastful or were they just overly playful and friendly? As they touch palms with the bright conservative greens of the rice terraces, bed swallowed across the slopes and the plains, my sight struggling to keep up with their magnificence.
I attempted not to say anything, more not to widen the gaps between my lips. Words were restricted for I knew they would fall short. I tried to lie to myself, and pretended for a while. But the sun was too discerning to cast away the shadows of my predicament. The path was cleared out for me, now unhidden from my sight.
I feel compromised, the heart beating faster than it should be, and my eyelids couldn’t hold still when they shielded my pupils from the stares of her sunrays. The unfolding circumstances forced to be witnessed. It deserved nothing less.