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
I reluctantly closed my eyes as a warm tear escaped from the slits. I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight. Gazing into my own tears I saw a silhouette of a man that I found astonishingly familiar. I bit my lip disbelievingly, but when his lips caressed my own, I realized that he was really there. This desperation in me resulted in an unquenchable infatuation for someone that I knew was out of reach, and yet I believed that one - day I could change that fate and rewrite what Destiny had inscribed. 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. Those inviting arms gently wound themselves around my waist and held me close. I had placed my expectations too high upon this lonely star, for what could it do? I rubbed my face with my numbed hands and cried again. The wind let out a giant blow jolting me backwards, and by the power of that gust, I gazed up into the starlights again. It was the sensation of pins pricking at my tear-stained cheeks and then drying up like drought-infested rivers. There was no star that came to accompany my lonely star, and there was no love in my heart.
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