A tear rolls down my eyes remembering the past... I was told (by an unsuspected source) never should I focus on living life from memories of the past. Instead to sit back and live the current moments of wonders and joy. I do believe that person is right on target.. however, it is difficult to file away those episodes of life when time and time again, my dreams are haunted by the memories...
It is a wise choice to dismiss the processed moments of life that I so selfishly retain to connect to those I left behind. To find closure and break free. As the tears invade my human emotions and they emerge almost immediately blinding me, I hear the sounds of sweet surrender.
It's a repetitive dream because nothing will ever be the same. It's a phase, a moment in time where a gap was created never to be filled, a void waiting for something to fill it's place.
As the night falls, so does the re-ocurring dream, taking me back many days ago...into the distance of coldness and as the stars mock my every move, guiding me like a spark of life into a frozen moment of youth.
Another night, another dream,...so fast, the rhythm of life moves my very core.
The life of a girl long-long ago left in total emptiness. Now I gaze back to you trying to dismiss the dreams, yet as dreams re-occur I talk to you and you share your passions of love and journeys...it feels like a vision, reality of truth...
My heart beats a little faster, hearing you, seeing you in my dreams. It dances lost in the night's understanding of truth, love, and passion and compassionate understanding. As I close my eyes I see you standing there, your image, your eyes staring back at me. As silence itself you refrain from sharing your heart's desire, regardless your eyes translate your ultimate passion to never forget about this person - this young girl trapped in a world of distance and dances...
I dare to take your hand and walk with me as the sand brushes away through our feet.... It's only a vision of the young me gazing back to me wishing to meet half way.
Yes, sounds insane for me to say such things, however, it was a stage of life where it left me without that important part of who I am... That void was left open and as the dreams come, they try very desperately to seal the gaps, heal the wounds, and empathize with a wonderibg soul.
"...and the ghost became me, identifying the moments of love, passion, and youth...the ghostly emotions became the nourishment of a day's inspirations to become a better person...as she was starting back at me..."
