[prose] The Eternal Vow

((I wanted to write this for a friend who was having trouble in his relationship. It did encourage him... a bit...))

It is a secret lovers share... A tiny seed of hope that keeps them alive, day after day, in sorrow or in joy. You could be at opposite ends of the universe and still be happy together. For he is, and will always be, an angel, your guiding light. The beating of your heart the fluttering of his wings of love.

The knowledge, aye, the very thought of this should be the cause of joy in every man whose heart has known the warmth of love, the warmth so strong it can keep a dying person alive, and make a broken man whole. It is a promise, lasting and binding, that the spirits of lovers will always linger together, inseparably, and that no matter where you are, or how far apart your lover is, you will, without a doubt, be reunited. This bond, this rule of nature can and must never be broken.

This is the love contract... This... is the Eternal Vow...

[prose] Moonseeker

((This piece is inspired by the song in the Phantom of the Opera, "Think of Me". The moon that night was also full and bright, inducing a sense of lovesickness...))

The great lord Apollo ended his stroll of the horizons, his flaming hair quenched as he retreated behind the mountains, his fiery warmth giving way to the cool, queenly radiance of the moon.

From her pose on the balcony, she watched as the moon began her melancholic dance, her raven hair unfathomable as it fanned out around her, stretching out immeasurably to cover the sky, throwing the world into pitch darkness. She was cloaked in a translucent gown that coyly enticed her worshippers and admirers, as the jewels in her hair winked and twinkled.

'Oh lady of the night!' she prayed, watching mersmerised as the moon twirled, her pace sad and slow. 'Hear my prayer; bathe him with blessings and moonbeams. Make his dreams sweet!'

But the moon was too aloof to hear. She was but one of hier many worshippers; why would she be obliged to grant her wishes? In the background, the radio played softly. She hummed the melody subconsciously, then, with a passionate sigh of longing, she began to sing with a strong, clear voice.

'Think of me, think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye.
Remember me, once in a while,
Please promise me you'll try...'

The moon appeared to dance in step with the song. Perhaps, she thought, the moon once had a lover too. And tonight she danced for her lover, in memory of her lover...

'We never said our love was evergreen
Or as unchanging as the sea,
But if you can still remember,
Stop and think of me...'

By now her voice had begun to waver, shoulders shaking from tears long held back. If only he was there by her side now... She sobbed silently, remembering as she did, his sturdy shoulders. They were not particularly well-muscled, but they had the supernatural strength to carry her burdens, the lightly tanned skin stained with her tears. Oh how she wished!

'Think of me, think of me waking,
Silent and resigned.
Imagine me, trying too hard
To put you from my mind...'

She could not take it any longer. Drawing a deep breath, she cried out, 'Oh Diana, fair lady of the night!' Suddenly, as though she had heard the desperate cry of this lonely soul, the moon threw back her cloak to reveal her face, sad yet kind, tear-streaked yet smiling.

'Yes,' the moon seemed to say, touched by her love. 'Yes, I will grant you and your lover my blessings, that you may meet again, this night, in dreams...' From the balcony, she smiled, peace and gratefulness settling on her face.

'Recall those days, look back on all those times,
Think of the things we'll never do.
There will never be a day
When I won't think of you...'

'Thank you, lady!' she prayed silently, hands clapsed together, as she prepared to enter her dreams, to meet her lover...

[poetry] Time Stops Still

((I think this is my first love poem. Written from the point of view of an innocent schoolgirl, fresh in love. Which was what I was, when I wrote this.

Rhyming couplets again.))

Monday morning, the lecturer drones through his course
I doodle on my notes, eyes drooping against my will
Suddenly you turn, and my eyes meet yours
I start to blush as time stops still

I gaze amazed at the frozen frame
Your bleary eyes, your half smile
Gently I whisper into the quiet your name
Wishing this would last for more than a while

The magic fades, you turn away
I hide my sorrow as reality floods back
I wish we could have stayed that way
'Cause a world without you is a world turned black

The bell announces the lesson's end
I leave as the corridor starts to fill
On my shoulder I suddenly feel your hand
I turn around; there you are, and time stops still...

Please you smile for me now and always
Stay by me and light up all my days...