Upon a hard brick bench, doused in cool ambrosia, cold rain pours in blissful sheets, soaking me through and through, seeping to my skin and cooling all the passions pent up so long within. My clothes droop as they gather the liquid silver which heaven gently feeds to this dry parched land of sorrow and pain. Water murmers soothing music in the abandoned courtyard as I push my ragged hair from about my face. Closing my eyes, the rain drips slowly, quietly down my troubled countenance, like a brook. I glance back up to the pearly grey hued sky, like my love's eyes on a day of storm, like a blind man turning his head with a desparate longing to see. i am tired of desiring its beauty. lying down on my sepulchre cold throne of rock, i watch each leaf of the fern dip in synchronized rhythym with the soft shhhh of the percipitation. The scent of jasmine mingled with that of the earth floats to me on the wings of the wind, lulling me into a peaceful sleep. And as the world cradles me in her arms, I dream. In my mind's eye, I see an enchanted mist falling about me, like white velvet curtains, veiling the earth like a bride. Through the mist a dim figure can be seen, whom i know not, perhaps naught but the self which I must find. And so, I rise, like one called from the dead, and run. And the shadows cave in on me like snow, as the spectre before me metamorphs into another. I run desparately toward him, urged by the desire to be there every second with him. And he turns, and bestows the last token of love. Yet as the eye blinks, pain of the cold stabs me as the image shatters like iced glass. And you leave me. I see nothing but he, even as the very earth swallows me. Even as I feel my chilled heart slowly giving way to the dagger of ice so suddenly thrust, fire from the core of the earth flares, melting me again. I cannot die. You cannot kill me. Tearing away the earth from above me, I thrust the suffocating clods of clay into the night sky, now clear and starless, like the deepest blue velvet of the night goddess' gown. Turning up my face, I drink the air, and breathe the vapour floating in blissful disobediance to earth. And all becomes what it is not as I am flipped, floating on top of an endless sea curving about me, looking down at the deepness threatening to drown me, as the earth pushes me further down into this valley of darkness. The strands of my hair freeze over, icy fingers mocking the very stars I cannot see. Grasping the crystals from off my form, I thrust them into the ocean. They sink deeper and deeper, becoming yet all the brighter, turning into the stars, winking and blinking at me. And as they shimmer, I remember that first day, where I looked upon the stars believing it was a dream. And for a moment, all is still. Not a breeze stirs, all motion pauses, every heart stops mid-beat. The sun and moon sleep and I, the only one alive, scream one last scream. Pain, time, hope, desire, sorrow, love, hate, anger, fatigue, and every emotion which bundled upon my back has burdened by heart are hurled into the face of the sky, cracking it into a million uncountable infinite pieces, which slowly fall, down, down, down... And as I raise my sopping head from the cold hard pillow of stone, I look at the puddles gistening in the light of a new dawn broken. Rising to feet long accustomed to sleep, I run toward the sun, and abandon these ruins. I will run without stopping past the edge of the world. There I will seek my heart.
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