Yin Meets Yang

I knew you were the one.

From the first moment we met, I knew there was something special.
It wasn’t love at first sight, as much as it was the early sunrise climbing the horizon behind a rocky spire.
Sitting in the shadow of the mountain, with a stranger in front of me. I was unable to see the sun directly.

But I saw the light given off from you.
I saw the shadow recede as the light grew.
I knew if I were the dark; I would remain forever untouchable for you.

That should have been my moment of clarity. The moment the lightning flashes and I was struck with the truth. Given illuminated sight to see.
I should have known then. How naive of me, for a moment to believe that the dark and the light could ever find harmony united together.

Separate; the two find a balance like the weightings of a scale. One side equal to the other. How I want to find my way over to your side. The balance is fine and only chaos will ensue were my hopeful cravings met. The scale tipped over, I welcome the chaos that would ensue if you were to just come stand by my side.

I am the darkness. Without you, I am alone. The only thing I know is my darkness deep as a hole. A whole lot of nothing.
On the scale next to you, the nothing becomes me. A caterpillar without a cocoon, it changes and the change is complete.
Remaining a caterpillar, it changes into nothing.

The only balance I seek is you with me.
On the mountaintop, we can have dark and light together balanced precariously.
Two mixing until like a person with two legs wearing pants too small; the two of us start busting in the seams.
The light becomes dark, as the dark becomes light. We can find that harmony, it seems. The darkness is inside, the light is without.
Ripping at the seams of me, I can now see. Both are of me.
The scales are level

Projecting on you, I want what I perceive as outside of me.
Funny that the place I look for the light, is where I project it.
I cover the darkness of you, with the light shining from myself.
You are the same. Looking at yourself, it gets confusing when the only light you see is that which the sun is touching.
You cannot see the sun. So you see yourself as in the darkness.
Join me in the truth, and we can make our own harmony.
A love that holds the power of many forces.
The light with the dark; nothing can stop us


Do You Remember?

Do you remember when we met? It was a cold day. The sun was hiding behind the clouds, the snow was quietly falling. I saw you sitting by the bus. Alone, struggling to keep warm.

I could never forget speaking to you for the first time. You were so friendly, my soul could never get enough of the warm yours radiated out. You smile was brighter than any sun, illuminating everything whose sight it touched. During our first conversation, my heart was loudly flying. I wonder if you heard it; you never hinted that you could.

The time we spent dating, will stay with me forever. The fun that we had seemed to never end. Our evenings together made me wish the days would never end. Months raced by. When I wasn’t with you, time was a blur. In the company of one another, time stood still.

I still recall the exact moment I knew I loved you. Beyond a shadow of any doubt. It was a small thing, yet it changed the entire world, to me. Rushing through the park to the movies; we knew that we were going to be late. You stopped and pointed out the stars that evening. My calls for the tight time schedule went unheeded. We missed that movie. Instead we spent the night watching the stars.

Do you remember when we were married? Our two families together as one. An evening of dancing, and friendship. You looked so beautiful. Nothing had ever been so perfect. I wanted to keep dancing with you forever.

Our life together was blissful. It seemed Fate dealt me the winning hand. Growing old with you was a dream come true. Nothing could ever go wrong. Until that day you were taken away, then the castle collapsed into the sand.

I could never forget the call that I got. Refusing to believe it was true. Stubborn, I was. The reality you were gone never hit me at first. It was at the wake. Seeing you frozen in time, skin an unnatural shade of white. I broke that day. I had to leave, get some air. Be alone with myself. I was selfish. I had left you back in the memorial. Looking so very cold, I’m sorry, I left you all alone.

It’s time for me to go now, I’ve made my peace at last. In this hospital bed, I know my time on this earth is at an end. I’ll be with you again soon. We will never be parted again. Tonight when I see you waiting cold, and alone at that bus stop, I’ll ask you to eternally dance.

Dinner for One

Dining by himself, his loneliness made for a meal that was plentiful enough to be shared with two.

As it was, the leftovers would see him full for days. The aroma of the course, remembered scents of someone else, somewhere. Not hungry for this empty food, yet driven to eat by necessity of his stomach’s incessant screams. Sitting alone, watching the scenery, the other patrons, enjoying each others delicious company. The maitre’d delivered to the man another steaming order of seclusion along with the soup of the day, a bitter nostalgic concoction.

Pulling the waiter aside, he demands to know why this meal could not at least come served with a side of acquaintances. The waiter forcefully tells the man this meal was ordered personally. If he does not enjoy it, the menu is big. He is welcome to try anything.

Refusing to pay for another meal, the man settles for a glass of false hope. On the rocks. Downing the drink in one motion,he gently moans as the hope is shattered against the stones. The drink a sinking ship, dropping to the pit of his stomach. Surviving all alone, marooned… it appears this one man is an island. The glass is empty, the man now Hopeless.

A familiar scent permeates the air. Glancing around, he spots its cause. Her elegant red dress hugs her tightly as she walks onto the stage. The lights dim. The man now seated in darkness.

A lone light directed on the woman. The man’s gaze beaming towards her. He knows her. He loved her, Once. She was his life, his passion, his desires. Until the drink came between them, and he kept falsely hoping for more. Under the light on the stage, her red dress shimmers. Her choice of fashion, evoking the image of fires.

On the stage, She burns. His life gone to hell.

She sings. He cries. During the final song, the remaining piece of him dies. Life seems to have moved on; she sings of love. Not one of sorrow, in an old love lost… but a song of joy, with a new love found. She exits the stage amidst the booming thunderous applause; while off in the past corner the man quietly sobs.

The man is glad for the darkness. His shame kept a secret. He does not notice the figure approach. A tap on his shoulder, he turns around. A red dress; Life sneaks up on you.

Eyes for him alone, she asks if he needs any help.

War Paint

Prompt inspired – “I will always protect you”

“Wake up.
Please wake up.”

My gentle whispers resonate deep within, causing you to stir fitfully. Your consciousness fighting to gain control back from the sleep that envelops you. The stillness provided within the sleep shattered as you race to me. I know you will come back.

You always come when I call. “Wake up. I need you.”
Your eyes open in a flash. Looking all around, gaze clouded in a momentary sea of confusion. I watch it all. My eyes never leave you, never stray. Always so beautiful, even at your lowest. Grace given form, I could sit around watching you endlessly.

Confusion heightens as your eyes drink in the surroundings. Your eyes widen slightly in shock.
Momentary panic sets in when you realize this place is unknown to you. I watch it all occur. My sight never leaving your eyes.

Eyes that at times seem for me alone. Two crystalline orbs reflecting everything taken in. There is so much intelligence in those eyes. So much life, behind those eyes. From that first moment, I could see the world in your eyes. Since that initial time we traded gazes, I saw it. I knew you were to be my world.

You are my everything.

“Over here” I say.
At the sound of my voice, your panic flees. You turn your head towards me, eyes lock with mine.
A smile appears on your face, and I know everything is going to be okay.

In that moment, I feel whole. I feel complete. Willing the universe to bend to my whim, this moment will never end.
The universe has no choice but to oblige. I am unstoppable. With you, I am invincible.

“You’re bleeding” you say to me. Looking down at my body. Sitting up against a rock, clothes dyed a crimson colour. A sanguine tapestry exposing my life out to the world.

You are worried. I can tell. I know, because I am worried too. I cannot bear to see you fear.

“I will be fine, just a few scratches. We crashed down, took a hard landing. Shook me up a little, knocked you out.
Everything is okay now, you are awake. Come to me now, I need you.”

Seeing through my gentle lies, you run over, kneeling by my side. This close, I can smell you. Your aroma a heavenly scented ambrosia. Reminding me of all our shared moments together. I’ll never forget any of them. You and me, frozen eternal together in my memory.

“This is bad. Really bad” you say to me. Hints of tears welling in your eyes. Promises of rain to come.
“I don’t know what we can do, we have no first aid, nothing to stop the bleeding…
you… you will die if we don’t do something!”

“You must be strong” I whisper. “You must live on.”

Anger bristles up, a protective layer around you from the pain. “You Cannot die!! I Won’t let you!”

A tear rolls down my cheek at the pain I know you are in. “There is nothing we can do. I cannot survive this.”

Pleading to me, to the universe.  “Please… I need you.”

I reach a hand out, bloodied red with the waters of my life. Caressing your cheek, my blood gets on your face.
Everything that gives me life, colouring everything that I live for.

A sapphire coloured war-paint, preparing you for the battle that is to come.

I’m sorry. I will always find you, when you call for me. Our memory, eternal, will never die.

“It is my time, there is nothing for it. Though I die, I do so having lived by your side. I can ask for no better life.
If heaven exists, it will be a shadow compared to being with you.
I die with you at my side, I can ask for no better death.
Whatever comes next, you must stay strong. Keep living, keep fighting.
Never surrender. I will always be with you.
Remember our time together, let it be a war paint, so you may put on a brave face.
I will always protect you.

I Love You.”

Going Nowhere

“Where are we going now?” The curious little girl, with eyes wide like a cat’s, asked.
Her dad, sitting behind the wheel of the car, gave her a glance through the mirror. The radio playing commercials for a variety of life changing products. His steady hand, removed from the wheel, reached over and turned the frequency to off. Wanting none of those hollow promises, he already had all he needed in life.

Reflected in mirror, the little girl could only see his eyes. Focused on her, his eyes were smiling. Question unanswered, the girl less than amused. Putting on her most stern look, she scolds the man. A child’s attempt at being serious, the man laughs. “Just like your mother” he tells her.

At the mention of mom, a deep yearning stirs. Putting voice to the desire, asking “Where is mommy?”
The man suddenly aware of some hidden knowledge looks momentarily worried. Looking at the clock, he speeds up ever so imperceptibly. A race to out run time. This time; the girl questions, and the man answers. “Right now, she is probably nowhere in particular. And probably not happy for being late.” Thanks, Father time…

Satisfied enough to have her question answered, her attention is drawn to the window. Outside, the car passes by an ocean of green, painting the picture of a forest. No one else to be seen around. The trail sloped upwards, leaving the girl pressed firmly back against her seat. A mountainous climb. Glad she is not walking, her little legs couldn’t make the steep trek. The dirt road kicking up a trail of dust in the wake of where the car passes. The dust flowing down the hill, a dusty, dried up mud slide.

The forests to the side are thick, and under the sheltered roof the floor is dark. Fears begin to rise. Imagination creating all sorts of horrible beasts, and monsters that surely live in the shadows. Bears, and trolls, and werewolves, and the Math teacher (who is certainly a witch).

No longer wanting to go down this road, the girl pleas, “We just came from somewhere, and we have been going places all day. Why do we need to go some place else… can’t we not go there, and instead simply go nowhere?”

The man slows the vehicle down. Ears tuned to hear and obey his daughter’s call, he turns the car.
“We’re already there” He tells her. In a clearing the man parks the vehicle. An emerald meadow. Getting out of the car, he picks the girl up and carries her on his shoulders as he walks the rest of the distance on foot. A princess, seated for her royal procession. Her father seems to be heading to the very peak of this mountain. The final leg of her journey made on the most familiar ride.

At the top, she sees a familiar face. “Mommy!!” She cries out in excitement. Her mother turns, the most beautiful woman the girl has ever seen. At the sight of the two travelers, the woman smiles. Heading out to greet them with arms wide open.

“You are late” mother says, years of practiced scolding perfected into an art. Though the woman’s eyes betraying her lies, reveal a smile in hiding. “I’ve been waiting, where have you two been?” Said to the man.
The girl answers for him; “daddy kept taking us to some stop after another. Place after place, we were always heading to somewhere else.”

“We are here, Now” her father says.
Picking the girl up, the mother says “Come with me, baby, I have something to show you.”
To the edge they walk, the heights of the mountainous clifftop. Pointing out beyond, the girl follows the woman’s fingered direction.

The girl is astounded. Never before has she seen anything so beautiful. From up on this dizzying height, she can see for years. The cliff drop makes is seem like she is in the air, flying. This is what it must be to see as a bird.
Looking out over the forests, she looks and sees everything. The setting sun painting the sky in shades of purples, orange, and pinks. Colouring everything below in the surreal twilight of dusk. Something out of the girl’s drawing book. The entire scene looks unreal. Taking it all in, nothing before has seemed so real.

Entirely enchanted, the girl asks her parents “What is this place, where are we?”
With an arm lovingly around her mother, her father lets out a gentle laugh and says:
“Nowhere, in particular.”