Love, it's a Dream
Love, It’s a Dream By JessicaRae95
Twinkling lights
Flicker in windows of buildings
Punctuating the darkness
With light
They blink like eyes of wisdom
In the face of a sage
And sparkle
Like the diamond of a crown
He sits and watches them
The wind ruffling the cloak
Of burgundy that warmed his shoulders
He sat In regal silence
Not daring to bless the world
With his speech
He watches
They go out like lit candles
Touched by the whisper of wind
And he waits
For when their glow dissipates
It is replaced
By the greater lights from above
Twinkling in never ending glory
Above a world
That does not appreciate their gift
The light
That burns over mankind
With a steadiness
That is not diminished by their small size
They reflect In the eyes of their watcher
Glittering sparks In the darkness of his gaze
He was alone
Perched on the cornice of a window
Watching the universe rotate around him
In silent appreciation
of its acceptance
A world of stars whirling and blending
Sending light
To the world they towered over
“They are beautiful,” she spoke softly
His eyes left the glitter above
And turned
To the treasure beside him
“So are you.”
His voice a growl in the darkness
But gentle
With years of sorrow in it’s kindness
“You are to kind.”
Her response was meant to be light
But she meant it.
He knew it and bowed his head
Upon his cloak and sighed
“As are you.”
He admitted, knowing her reserve
Was this something they wanted to continue?
“That’s why it is love.”
She spoke, using that
word
That painful, biting word
That silently was twisting their hearts together
No matter how they fought
To contain it
The universe was determined T
o put them together
Like fire and ice
And earth and sky
Trouble sought to rip them
As far apart as it could
But their hands clasped in darkness
Perched above the city
Held fate’s cruel hand at bay and they smiled
No matter how bitter
That time wanted to be
It could not stop them from loving
For it had created them
And set them free with their first breath
To make decisions in their lives
No matter how bad or good
So they chose
Chose to accept the gift they were given
Love, it was called
But they called it a dream
That would make it less permanent In case it fell through
But they knew
When
Or if
The dream fell
In the darkness
They would be falling too.