Post by onyxfiretear on Feb 22, 2005 7:06:34 GMT -5
In a far off corner, away from anyone’s view, sits a woman quietly drawing on the dirty floor. She sits there day in, day out, just tracing over the lines she has already created. What is it she has been drawing you may ask? It is a portrait of an angel, one that had left her side long ago. Cocking her head to one side when she reaches his face for the thousandth time, letting the tears of wrenching pain flow from her ever pleading eyes for his gallant return. How could he just leave her as he did, just when she needed him most.
Huddling closer to the wall, she stared down at his face, tracing him with her eyes; she lapsed into her memories of a time when she smiled. It was a cool spring day, everything seemed so new. Her warm auburn hair glistened in the suns beauty. Her hazel eyes flowed with such happiness that anyone who looked at her, could not help but have a smile appear. Her smile was as soft as a cloud and just as radiant. When she spoke, the angels sighed with complete contentedness, knowing that this child would lead to greatness one day.
There was a mighty oak tree just behind her. Its branches were broad and strong, standing against all the forces of weather, with not a single piece of bark curled. A voice gently called to her, seemingly from behind the tree, asking her softly to come nearer. With slight hesitation she moved forward wondering who the mysterious voice may belong to. Slowly she made her way through the amethyst lilacs, careful not to damage any; just then she noticed a bright shine illuminating from behind the magnificent trunk of the wise oak. The wind picked up and a feather elegantly danced upon the breath of mother earth. Immediately she looked up into the intertwining branches and did not see any birds. Where had the feather come from then? She wondered. In the very next second, a man walked out from what seemed like thin air, revealing the most incredible wings she had ever seen. The light that surrounded this heavenly soul, was so intensely bright, it was almost too much to bear.
He approached her, yet she did not fear his advancement. She squinted her eyes as much as she could; she tried to see his face as clear as she could. His eyes were so incredibly blue, that they seem to pierce right through her soul, not leaving any part of her untouched. His hair looked like a contained wildfire, burning with intense passion, yet remained cool to the touch. Her heart fluttered at his angelic smile that made every fear she had ever known, melt away like an ice cube on a hot summer’s day. With a bewildered look, she reached out her hand so she could touch his face. When she tried to do so, he took a step back, as if he was teasing her. She quickly dropped her arm, afraid she had offended him, and started to walk away when he softly whispered her name again,
“Angel.”<br>
That was all it took for her to stop in her tracks, turn around and walk right back to him. It was they way he spoke her name that made her body tingle with familiarity and safeness. With extreme care, he cupped her hand firmly into his and while going anywhere, he showed her the most amazing journey she had ever been on, it was all he wanted to show her from his mind. Sights, smells, tastes, sounds and touches that he had experienced in his life, for some reason he wanted to share it with her. Looking deep into his sapphire eyes, she was crossing a threshold that no one else was ever given the honor of. Instantly upon entering the maze of this mans mind, she was given the key that could open any locked door, anything she desired to know was at her very disposal. With a bit of hesitation, she entered the thresh hold, like Alice in Wonderland, looking for the white rabbit that had jumped into the hole.
First she was in a underground tunnel, with a small stream of water flowing through, showing her images of his childhood and tough beginnings, then to some of the more gentler times when he was happy playing in the shadows. Then she felt the water rising and the tunnel was getting bigger with holes punched in the ceiling, letting the light seep through here and there. The higher the water rose, the more hell, chaos and uncertainty his visions to her became. Demented faces began to appear, echoing their terrified screams trough the network of tunnels, piercing her ears. She immediately put her hands over hear ears, pushing forward and crying every step of the way. All at once, everything went dark, like someone blocked out the sun completely. Angel dropped her hands from her ears, and started feeling her ways through the long, vast tunnel. A low mournful cry could be heard, almost ghost like. Then a single flickering candle could be seen ahead, it was faint, but it was defiantly there. She called out,
“Hello is anybody there?”<br>
Then she thought to herself, now that was a silly question, considering she was in the mind of this man, and she knew for certain that she was the only one her, or at least that was what she was lead to believe. As she continued down the tunnel, what she thought were phantom cries, were really the cries of a young man that apparently lost his way. Angel quickly went to aide him and to see if there was anything she could possibly do to help. He looked at her with the same amazing deep eyes that her mysterious stranger possessed, and held his arms out to her. Kneeling to him with a heavy heart, she embraced him, listing to him sob of those that had destroyed his spirit over and over again, How could they do this to him is all he kept asking. Angel held him so close, never asking him for his name, letting him grieve on her shoulder. All at once she noticed she was hugging herself, looking around she saw that she was again alone. Wondering what happened to the young man that was tormented by others, she continued this bizarre journey.
The water was again rising, this time reaching to her knees. The currents were growing stronger and began pulling her in many different directions, just then there was a sudden surge in the water. So incredibly forceful, it threw Angel completely backwards and threw her in a solid door that was made of silver. It was hard for her to catch her breath as the grip of the water tightened down on her chest. Reaching deep in her pockets, hoping there was something in them that might unlock this door; Angel fumbled across the key that she was given before. With a rush of adrenalin, she plunged the key deep into the vast hole of the door, wanting so much to get out of this swirling water vortex. Once the door was lose enough to fully open, the weight of the rising water forced the door to its full extent.
The water began to recede and Angel fell gratefully to her knees, gasping and coughing for air. She was so thankful for that blasted key at this point. As she regained her composure, she realized she was no longer in the tunnels, she had been returned to the mystical fields, and at the feet of her heavenly visitor. This day was now much more than what she had ever bargained for and she now wonders where it all will lead. As she arose to her feet, her mysterious friend vanished as fast as he arrived, leaving behind a single red rose. Had it all been a dream?
Years went by and Angel heard nothing more from her visitor of that day. Hard times fell upon her, deaths of family members, issues of losing friends as well as jobs; Angel was just fed up with life in general. What did she have left to live for? Slowly she began to withdrawal from the outside world, never enjoying the sweetness of a child’s laughter, the gentleness of rain on a warm spring’s day, even the warmth of the sun that she once completely immersed herself in. She wandered the halls of her home ominously, nothing much mattered anymore. When she was not consumed in the great sadness that over took her every thought’s he would draw her heaven sent stranger, wishing he was with her once more. So she could feel the safety of his touch, see the kindness and love in his eyes, to feel his very breath upon her skin. Why could he not be there now, when she needed him the most? She went to sleep with a pain riddled face and a heart screaming out for him. Her pillow was so soaked with tears, it was falling apart.
She sat in the shadows most of the time, thinking of him, drawing his picture in the dirt that now covered the floor, tracing her love from him over and over again. They never did more than touch hands, but the mere fact that he trusted her and only her to enter his mind, was the key to entering his heart. One night, Angel dressed in her finest white gown, brushed her matted hair, and then went off to sleep holding one single rose in her fragile hands. Angel never woke up again. Instead, her body gave up the fight that she had undertaken so long ago; let her soul be where it finally belonged, in the arms of her heaven sent stranger. Till this day when passer byres walk past her house, that is now in shambles, they can see two figures waltz past the grimed windows, laughing and looking lovingly into the others eyes.
Huddling closer to the wall, she stared down at his face, tracing him with her eyes; she lapsed into her memories of a time when she smiled. It was a cool spring day, everything seemed so new. Her warm auburn hair glistened in the suns beauty. Her hazel eyes flowed with such happiness that anyone who looked at her, could not help but have a smile appear. Her smile was as soft as a cloud and just as radiant. When she spoke, the angels sighed with complete contentedness, knowing that this child would lead to greatness one day.
There was a mighty oak tree just behind her. Its branches were broad and strong, standing against all the forces of weather, with not a single piece of bark curled. A voice gently called to her, seemingly from behind the tree, asking her softly to come nearer. With slight hesitation she moved forward wondering who the mysterious voice may belong to. Slowly she made her way through the amethyst lilacs, careful not to damage any; just then she noticed a bright shine illuminating from behind the magnificent trunk of the wise oak. The wind picked up and a feather elegantly danced upon the breath of mother earth. Immediately she looked up into the intertwining branches and did not see any birds. Where had the feather come from then? She wondered. In the very next second, a man walked out from what seemed like thin air, revealing the most incredible wings she had ever seen. The light that surrounded this heavenly soul, was so intensely bright, it was almost too much to bear.
He approached her, yet she did not fear his advancement. She squinted her eyes as much as she could; she tried to see his face as clear as she could. His eyes were so incredibly blue, that they seem to pierce right through her soul, not leaving any part of her untouched. His hair looked like a contained wildfire, burning with intense passion, yet remained cool to the touch. Her heart fluttered at his angelic smile that made every fear she had ever known, melt away like an ice cube on a hot summer’s day. With a bewildered look, she reached out her hand so she could touch his face. When she tried to do so, he took a step back, as if he was teasing her. She quickly dropped her arm, afraid she had offended him, and started to walk away when he softly whispered her name again,
“Angel.”<br>
That was all it took for her to stop in her tracks, turn around and walk right back to him. It was they way he spoke her name that made her body tingle with familiarity and safeness. With extreme care, he cupped her hand firmly into his and while going anywhere, he showed her the most amazing journey she had ever been on, it was all he wanted to show her from his mind. Sights, smells, tastes, sounds and touches that he had experienced in his life, for some reason he wanted to share it with her. Looking deep into his sapphire eyes, she was crossing a threshold that no one else was ever given the honor of. Instantly upon entering the maze of this mans mind, she was given the key that could open any locked door, anything she desired to know was at her very disposal. With a bit of hesitation, she entered the thresh hold, like Alice in Wonderland, looking for the white rabbit that had jumped into the hole.
First she was in a underground tunnel, with a small stream of water flowing through, showing her images of his childhood and tough beginnings, then to some of the more gentler times when he was happy playing in the shadows. Then she felt the water rising and the tunnel was getting bigger with holes punched in the ceiling, letting the light seep through here and there. The higher the water rose, the more hell, chaos and uncertainty his visions to her became. Demented faces began to appear, echoing their terrified screams trough the network of tunnels, piercing her ears. She immediately put her hands over hear ears, pushing forward and crying every step of the way. All at once, everything went dark, like someone blocked out the sun completely. Angel dropped her hands from her ears, and started feeling her ways through the long, vast tunnel. A low mournful cry could be heard, almost ghost like. Then a single flickering candle could be seen ahead, it was faint, but it was defiantly there. She called out,
“Hello is anybody there?”<br>
Then she thought to herself, now that was a silly question, considering she was in the mind of this man, and she knew for certain that she was the only one her, or at least that was what she was lead to believe. As she continued down the tunnel, what she thought were phantom cries, were really the cries of a young man that apparently lost his way. Angel quickly went to aide him and to see if there was anything she could possibly do to help. He looked at her with the same amazing deep eyes that her mysterious stranger possessed, and held his arms out to her. Kneeling to him with a heavy heart, she embraced him, listing to him sob of those that had destroyed his spirit over and over again, How could they do this to him is all he kept asking. Angel held him so close, never asking him for his name, letting him grieve on her shoulder. All at once she noticed she was hugging herself, looking around she saw that she was again alone. Wondering what happened to the young man that was tormented by others, she continued this bizarre journey.
The water was again rising, this time reaching to her knees. The currents were growing stronger and began pulling her in many different directions, just then there was a sudden surge in the water. So incredibly forceful, it threw Angel completely backwards and threw her in a solid door that was made of silver. It was hard for her to catch her breath as the grip of the water tightened down on her chest. Reaching deep in her pockets, hoping there was something in them that might unlock this door; Angel fumbled across the key that she was given before. With a rush of adrenalin, she plunged the key deep into the vast hole of the door, wanting so much to get out of this swirling water vortex. Once the door was lose enough to fully open, the weight of the rising water forced the door to its full extent.
The water began to recede and Angel fell gratefully to her knees, gasping and coughing for air. She was so thankful for that blasted key at this point. As she regained her composure, she realized she was no longer in the tunnels, she had been returned to the mystical fields, and at the feet of her heavenly visitor. This day was now much more than what she had ever bargained for and she now wonders where it all will lead. As she arose to her feet, her mysterious friend vanished as fast as he arrived, leaving behind a single red rose. Had it all been a dream?
Years went by and Angel heard nothing more from her visitor of that day. Hard times fell upon her, deaths of family members, issues of losing friends as well as jobs; Angel was just fed up with life in general. What did she have left to live for? Slowly she began to withdrawal from the outside world, never enjoying the sweetness of a child’s laughter, the gentleness of rain on a warm spring’s day, even the warmth of the sun that she once completely immersed herself in. She wandered the halls of her home ominously, nothing much mattered anymore. When she was not consumed in the great sadness that over took her every thought’s he would draw her heaven sent stranger, wishing he was with her once more. So she could feel the safety of his touch, see the kindness and love in his eyes, to feel his very breath upon her skin. Why could he not be there now, when she needed him the most? She went to sleep with a pain riddled face and a heart screaming out for him. Her pillow was so soaked with tears, it was falling apart.
She sat in the shadows most of the time, thinking of him, drawing his picture in the dirt that now covered the floor, tracing her love from him over and over again. They never did more than touch hands, but the mere fact that he trusted her and only her to enter his mind, was the key to entering his heart. One night, Angel dressed in her finest white gown, brushed her matted hair, and then went off to sleep holding one single rose in her fragile hands. Angel never woke up again. Instead, her body gave up the fight that she had undertaken so long ago; let her soul be where it finally belonged, in the arms of her heaven sent stranger. Till this day when passer byres walk past her house, that is now in shambles, they can see two figures waltz past the grimed windows, laughing and looking lovingly into the others eyes.
