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~~~ Chains In Time ~~~
~ Chained By Beauty ~
I saw the sun crying, and recalcitrant moon sobbing in sweet abandon as she retreated behind her door. The rainbow bled in monochrome, and the birds were walking, for she did not believe in them any more.
Swollen clouds turned into steel smoke, like her thoughts, and bad poetry had robbed her imagination. Her ruby slippers no longer sparkled, and her baby hound no longer curious. All around, a darkness one could feel. I swung the escutcheon, and peered through the keyhole, to see expectant eyes, as she waited to be released. The door was merely an illusion, but she was a real fairytale. She wrestled with her conscience….
” Will he unlock and come into my life, or should he use his key to release thee from this self-inflicted detention of thine own deceptive heart? “
She gave her riddle, speaking no words; could not be unlocked with the beak of the birds.
My attention rested upon the girl with the eyes of a mother. I witnessed love, and pain in soulful blue. Something had happened which no man knew. But I knew. I could see, as plain as day. She dared not speak it, but I could hear that which was not spoken.
Outside, the world pretended it could go on without her, but it was all a façade. It refused to turn while she remained hidden away.
She sorrowfully gazed upon a cheval glass mirror, as this speculum imitated her perfect reflection, like sunlight frisking the still waters, yet her transmogrified identity was still concealed behind the annulus of discriminating, introspective optics, whilst her halo sat resting on top of the wardrobe.
“ And they keep on telling you that your elegance lives in a bottle, so vanity may steal your wealth, yet I tell you truly, that it was already with you there, all along. False promises of a Summer face in a vial, offering only the heatless warmth from a Winter sun.”
“ Come hither, but do not lower the drawbridge of thine heart, for I know you cannot. I know how you hurt; how you have grown addicted to your tailor-made sadness. You dine with the ghosts of the past; the mirage that holds you fast. Flirting with elusive perceptions, and illusions of bygones put your present into a trance, missing your romance.”
“ When you sleep, my love, process the day and dream of our future, then when you awaken, live for today, and smile at the happy days of times past, and you shall find yourself on a better path. Too often, we sleep, and dream of days of yore, which bring forth nightmares, which bid ‘adieu’ to the day you just had. To awaken, then, and think of the future, leads to regret.”
" I beckon, and urge you to wear today, like the finest regalia, bestowed upon you by invisible love; wear your laughing smile, which cachinnates of happiness, like a badge of honour. Your beautiful eyes, likened to twin reveries, sailing upon an ocean blue, and bursting with dual passions, that beam from thy skylit vision, do not withhold."
" Thy argotic tongue, moves, like a billowing, royal burgundy carpet, marooned within the inviting heat of thy welcoming mouth; thy tranquil syllable, marches across sanguine silk to utter the finest phrase, that flies through the air like a sparrow in Spring-like haze; each sterling word, a stepping-stone upon the auspicious diamond stair which leads to thine ear, to henceforth, parachute into the battleground of a winning heart. This slump shall pass, but know that I am here, always, holding your pain and your pleasure, in thy heart, for you are the forever clothed in my eternity."