| Poem for Anoushka |
I found you, or you found me I cannot recall, though it matters not. It is important only, that we found each other somehow, on that beautiful Winter afternoon. I watched you upon the stage, playing the Sitar as if it were an extension of your soul. From time to time, you would look up, with a blush like a rainbow sweeping across your face... It almost brought tears to my eyes. I know within my heart, what it was that made our eyes meet, and caused us to smile like sweet children. Your eyes sparkled when you smiled, and your voice made me want to shut out the rest of the world. The song in your words, seduced my senses and sent me back, back, back into history, to that special moment when we first and last touched.... I, was the young warrior, who recognized within your eyes, the angel who had come to me then, and held me, caressing me, as I lay dying on an ancient battlefield. You, were my sweet Angel, who had always loved me, patiently from afar... venturing close, only in my greatest moments of need. You were so loyal to the Divine Decree which stated, that an angel and a mortal man could never join together, as lovers and friends. With my rebel spirit, I lived my life as best I could. Secretly calling out to you in my dreams, meditations and visions, to come into my life and love me, cherish me, and fill me with an unending bliss... To carry my heart upon your wings, to our paradise. I never imagined, that the last thing I would see would be your sweet and innocent face. Within the flash of a second, I was returned to an auditorium filled with the movement of people, all awaiting and desiring to speak with you... be near to you. I was shocked back into the present. I gifted you with three things, which I felt would somehow, if only, begin to convey what I saw and remembered of you... Flowers of many beautiful colors, music that captured my heart and my soul transporting me to another world, and lastly, a card that showed the subtle, yet everlasting beauty of nature. Reluctantly, I turned and walked away with only my hopes and your promise that you would soon call on me... Oh, would this be once more, our first and last meeting? Returning home, I discovered your message. My heart beat, as the wings of a butterfly, and in my mind, I called your name as I read those words to myself... Suddenly, in the distance I heard the sound of bells, calling to me. Calling me back to some cold and desolate place. I awoke, to find myself alone and lonely... with only a faded memory of an angel and a warrior, lost somewhere in time. Oh, my sweet Angel, my heart bleeds with the reality of you, not remembering who we were to each other, and what we had for each other... The connection I had hoped and prayed for, appeared briefly, then slipped through my hands, as did your memory, of our sacred love... My First Love, My Last Love, My True Love
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