Vision

“all those days chasing down a daydream, all those years living in a blur, all that time never truly seeing things the way they were…now she’s here, suddenly I know: if she’s here it’s crystal clear I’m where I’m meant to go…and it’s like the fog has lifted…and the world has somehow shifted…all at once everything is different, now that I see you”

The shadows of the room were edged in gold. A single small lamp sparkled, yellow firelight spilling across the bare floor and up the legs of the bed. A broad headboard sat like an eagle, dark tawny wings half-opened to shelter the man forced to spend his recent days confided to its watching wooden gaze.

Leaning closer from where she sat, she saw him turn his head to her. There were words in his throat, smooth and effortless like liquid. They poured from his lips like shining light; they held the brightness of enlightenment, as if he could truly see completely, whatever the doctor claimed.

She saw the dark curves of his face, where the shadows clung to his cheeks; glistening gold water seemed to ripple on his forehead and down his neck.  Leaning even closer, she saw the drop of mahogany wood that was his eye.

Purple velvet shimmered on the edges, as if the fading blush of dusk was sinking behind a forest. Like cinnamon mixed with chocolate, red blended with brown, it surged to a frothy peak until the sweetness and sharpness nearly choked her. His gaze was severe and uncompromising; it was tender and delicate.

The shades could be taken to be so common, but in her eyes they held the night and the dawn and the robust earthiness of the woodlands because…it was him.

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“blinking in the starlight…shining in the starlight…”

The stars sparkled on the black velvet of the night. Their shining bodies were soon lost, the nearer they came to the luminous jewel that gleamed above. Like a spilled saucer of milk, the glow of moonlight tumbled to the deck of the ship. Rushing over the grass, it sprang on his face and his shoulders as if to embrace him.

Standing apart from the others, she saw the slender curve of his smile, the whiteness of his teeth sweetly illuminated by the moonlight. She was speaking to him, words flooding out of her like flowers on the wind. They seemed to land against his temples until they bloomed. Petals as frail as light itself, they unfurled within the darkness, the wild, sweet serenity of the moon. The aroma was elusive and gentle; it was penetrating and intrusive.

It may have been nothing, only a fluke, but it burned quietly in her recent memory, of a night by which she saw him, illuminated by starlight and moonlight…she saw him.

Word Count: 492

Written: 29 September 2011

Inspired:by life, “I See the Light” from Disney’s Tangled, and “I See You” by Leona Lewis

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