PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LOVE LETTER

And I stay up to think of the beautiful possibilities.

Standing in the dark with you with only the stars and the moon illuminating us, all I see is your face, and with what little time I have I try to remember the way your lips move and how your eyes shine; I try to never forget your face. And as we thread upon the line between what is and will be, we close our eyes and dream of the beautiful little things that line our skies; of stardust and shooting stars, and like the moments we share they burn brightly in the night sky, only to eventually evaporate into simple memories. So upon these plains we walk as the gods and spirits look down from above us, the pale light showing us the way to the places we shall go, telling us stories of how we came together and tales of love and adoration; so upon this emptiness we walk as we close our eyes to forever remember this moment, to never let these precious moments disappear.

Holding your hands, I wonder when I shall see your face again.

All we shall ever be in this time and age, all we ever will become are simple vessels for memories and experiences, painful or beautiful, we are all products of the things we remember and forget; we are akin to a piece of literature, art, perhaps music, with not words, pictures or melodies but instead thoughts and impressions as our medium. The little things and events in life and time that we hold dear will perhaps last longer if we wrote them down and drew pretty pictures to accompany the words, yet the closest thing to these wonderful moments are within our imaginations, and maybe memories eventually fade and all we shall ever remember are the vague details of the time we have shared, but all we ever need to remember are the words we have said to each other, all that we must ever remember are the ways we looked each other in our eyes; for that is all that matters.

Saying words to tell you how important you shall ever be to me and quoting the people who I never had an opportunity to know in order to tell you how in love we shall ever be with each other, we lie with our backs on the grass as we gaze towards the constellations of Pisces and Sagittarius. We bask under the countless lights and embrace the silence as we listen to words that neither of us speak of, as we stay awake for moments more just to ponder of the beautiful possibilities; as we keep our eyes open just for a little while longer so these times shall be the last thing we will forget. And just for a few minutes, all that we shall ever be now and then remains eternally etched within our minds for us to see into and think about; and with your hands in mine, our fates intertwine and eventually become one, we become the alpha and the omega, we become immortals, we become infinite. So as the words we say and the thoughts we share meander around us and spiral quietly into our minds, we do all we can so they stay as memories, and we do more so they can become more than that.

As we and the stars along with their constellations eventually disappear into the light with the sun once again peeking into the night like it has done countless times before.I can see your face once again. Lying motionless of the wet grass and dew, the cold air around us once again reminds us that all that have been will never fade away into simple memories; for with every breath we take we come closer to the realization that for all that is worth, we are but dreamers and poets taking every opportunity to have our hopes become real, to have all that previously existed solely in the mind evolve to become more than mere imagination but for these memories to once again become the air we breathe and the skin we touch; to become all that we may ever be. So as I stand here once again, standing here before you, thinking of the memories I have of you and the dreams I had with you; I ponder of our legacies and how far we have finally come, and I walk, with your hands in mine, towards the real and the imaginary.

And this is how we all wake up to dream.