The night is at it's darkest, but the full
moon is above you. The silence is deafening
as you look at what surrounds you. The grass
beneath your feet has grown almost gray with the moon's rising, and the trees have become
mangled arms and spiny fingers from the
endless depths of your imagination. You see
around you the small hills and the
pillar-like signs that mark each one. You
think about how many lives were spent and how they were lived by the corpses beneath you.
You wonder how their lives were cut short and
whether or not they were ready for their
present position.
You roll your head back and glare at the
moon. It's so bright. So big. So beautiful.
You watch the clouds creep past it's form as
it's glow shimmers between breaks and spaces
in the gray masses that engulf it
slowly.
You turn and view the opposite area of the
endless darkness. You see the many millions
of tiny white specs that litter the night's
existence with shimmers of glory.
You then glance back at the moon before a
slight cramp in your neck forces you to
return to your original range of view. You
breathe deeply of the empty, cold
air.
You begin to walk. Quickly at first, but
then your pace slows when you begin to notice more of the morbid elegance encompassing
you.
Your sight scans all in your view. Your nose takes in, with every precious breathe, the fullness of the night. Your ears listen to
the leave's gentle crunching and the wind's soft whisper. You hear the faint, far off sounds of chains clinking and the low murmur of a highway.
You shiver and a chill runs down your spine as the cold find's it's way to your skin.
Your fingers have a slight tingle of numbness to them as a result of the below-comfortable
temperature.
You stop in the midst of all the gothy,
dreariness that embraces you when you
suddenly realize your reason for being where
you are. You had forgotten when you had
succumbed to the magnificence of the
night.
You find a nearby bench where mourners often go to sulk over their lost loves, and you sit. And you wait. And you wait. And you
wait.
You shift your body and lay along the
length of the hard bench. One of your legs
drapes the back of the bench while the other
dangles off the side. Your arms are crossed
over your stomach and you can feel the faint beating of your heart.
You stare up at the night sky and wonder
just how tiny the world must be compared to
the vast, endless mass of black above
you.
Suddenly, you hear the screech of the gate
as it opens......and then closes. You sit up
quickly and look in the direction in which
the sound came.You see what you've been
waiting for. It's the love of your life,and
in your mind, the most gorgeous creature God
has ever created.
You sit still as not to be seen right away. A mischievous smile crosses your pale face.
You slowly get up, but remain low, as you
slink towards the edge of the cemetery. You
creep around until you're a distance behind
your beloved. You move slowly towards your
adorned as you watch them search for you with their eyes. You come up right behind your
devotion and take in their sweet sweet
scent. You put your hands on their shoulders
and feel them jump. You grin at this. Then,
you kiss your beloved softly on the back of
the neck and whisper, "I love you," in their
ear. You continue with, "I love you more than is humanly possible and I would die were we
to part." You mean every word you say. You
know this just as well as your love
does.
You take your love's hand and guide them to the bench where you had waited. You reach
over towards your affection's face and run
your finger down their cheek ever so gently.
You could feel them shiver slightly and you
grin. Your desire looks over at you and the
eyes of your love pierce your own with their
beauty. You lean towards your love and gently brush your lips against their's before you
kiss them gently. You stay close and you kiss them again, this time, passionately and full
of desire. Your beloved's lips are warm and
soft against yours. You embrace your love and pull them closer while in the midst of a
deep, heated kiss. It seems to last forever
and in your mind, you wish it could. You back up a little and kiss your love softly and
lovingly once more.
Suddenly, you jump to your feet.You say to
your beloved, "let's walk. I would love to
walk in the midst of the silence, shadowed by your radiance." They agree and you help them
up from the cold wooden bench. You take your
cherished one's hand as you walk through the
darkness of the night with them.
You wish to yourself that your visit with
your love didn't have to be so short. It's
been so long since your last meeting. You
treasure every moment you've spent with your
beloved, and you hold on tightly to every
memory as if they were the only reason you're alive.
Time seems to go by so quickly, and
eventually it is time for your idolized to
part from your so cherished meeting. You kiss your love softly on the lips and hold them
close to you, close enough that they can feel your ever pulsing heart. You then, let go and watch as your beloved walks towards the gate. you listen to the screech of the gate as it
opens....and then closes. You watch as the
night swallows your devotion in it's mass of
black. Then, you walk slowly towards the cold and forlorned bench and again, you lay across the length of it. You close your eyes. You
hold on to the image of your beloved and your visit with them and you try to recall every
detail. You feel so light and warm and the
joy in your heart is almost overwhelming.
Your contentment is strong now. You are fully relaxed and a grin creeps across your
face.
