One Classic Dream
Whenever I stepped out into the open reflection of God's brilliant painting, I would stand in awe and hold my breath for it was a truly bewildering sight. While gracefully leaning over the egg-shaped poolside, I would gently stroke the passive waters, feeling their cool warmth envelope my hand. Yet, the dark, murky and ironically lucid water complimented the crystal cast of an open night. Floating ax1 the soothing waters and gazing into the night, each star was like a diamond suspended in mid-air. Whenever I glanced at the night sky suspended by the waters, I would look at my own reflection and try to find just a trace of a diamond in my heart - a diamond that signified just one thing, love... Much as I do remember about my quiet and peaceful moments watching the stars glisten and flicker across the velvet curtains of the night, I have never been able to recall what happened after the night's gazing. All I know is that every morning I would wake up underneath my goose down comforter, listening to a soft whisper of love melodies that I adore so much. The moments that I spent gazing into the night seemed as if it happened in a blink of an eye - like a dream almost. So, I have always made out those tranquil moments as dreams of h
ope to finding true and everlasting love. As I ambled out through the back door of my house into my colorful garden of diamonds, I remember glancing at the open heavens. I woke up coiled in my white goose down comforter, with stains of dry rivers that ran down my numb cheeks, and my hair knotted into a giant mass like black night crawlers swarming out of a hole after April's showers. I slowly raised my head and looked into his passionate, black coffee eyes as his supple hands reached out for my own. So one night, as the wind blew crisp, and golden leaves blew wildly against my window - crackling and scratching along the way - I looked out my window and let my mind drift. I can still feel the warm tears that had fallen that night, for the feeling wasn't like anything that I had felt before. Nothing had happened when I re-opened my eyes. It was the sensation of pins pricking at my tear-stained cheeks and then drying up like drought-infested rivers. I looked up into the velvet reflection again, and smiled because I knew that both of us were happy - my lonely star and I - for both of us had found a companion. I don't know how long I sat there staring at the reflection of my own sorrow, and I don't know how long it took me to realize what had been in front of me all along. that warmth engulfed my heart again as I gazed down at my reflection in my pool of tears. I let out a quiet sigh as I opened my eyes once again to glance at the night sky. What I had been longing for were those arms, of the one that I love so much, to be wound gently around me and for his warm hands to caress my face - the arms that would assuage my emotional need.
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