Not yet...

 

It was perfect.

It was divine.

It was like how those

burning rays

of the setting sun,

majestic in it's splendor

and gentle in it's caress,

flood the river with it's

magical potion of

sparkling affection.

I, like the turbulent river,

flowing and lashing,

felt a thirst so new

and unreal, that every

moment of quenching

seemed to be ethereal.

Burning and splashing,

flowing and spreading,

we created

wholes from halves

and beauty from chaos.

We wrote the divine

in the language of nature,

little did I know that

we had such great power.

Alas! Before long,

darkness

began to creep in,

and spread like ink

in a magical tumbler

of colored water-

the golden, the red,

the yellow, and the purple,

each giving way

to an all-consuming

blackness.

The fire was doused,

and Lord!I was scared.

My mind's eye

covered itself

with trembling waves.

These black memories,

evil like the

seven deadly sins,are those

that must not be seen.

But I saw, and the waves

in me quivered,

they screamed for help.

Finding no relief,

no ray of light,

they soon stopped flowing,

...they became numb.

But Time is kind,

it made me wait,

but not forever.

A few hours later,

it brought with it

another beautiful dawn.

Lying on my bed

of mud, weed

and piercing stones,

I look at the soft rays

of glimmering hope

waiting at the doors

of my soul, trying to peep

in through my mind's window,

hesitant and scared,

unsure, wondering whether

I'll let them flow with me..in me...

No, I won't.

Not for now.

Come with all

the pageantry, the fire,

the passion, and the majesty

of your evening rays,

flood my waves

with burning sparks of

yellow, golden

purple, red,

and a million other hues,

set me ablaze in the

fire of eternal and

self-replenishing love,

then, and only then

will I let you in,

and we can flow

together

for eternity,

...and beyond...