Sound Words Cry Love Unrequited
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SonG wITh nO sOUnD
THE WORDS LEFT UNSPOKEN
a cry without voice
The Story of Love with No End
a LOVE unrequited
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“My love…”
A soft voice, gentle and deep, spoke in the darkness. The glass reflects a sad gleam emanating from a distance. A cool wind blows over the city outside, trees rustle to its caress. The moon shines high above, beyond the grey clouds that loom over the world.
“…no…”
A picture hung on the wall, smiling faces stilled for eternity behind a glass. A hand reaches for it, fingers slowly wrapping about the frame. A thumb tenderly brushed against the surface almost wistfully.
“…I cannot…”
A small tear, though small, can mean a hundred words and express a thousand of emotions.
Love is a confusing thing. It ensnares hearts in its clutches, squeezing and piercing them with the pain unbearable… yet…. It holds us close and dear in its arms, enwrapping us in a warmth and happiness overwhelming.
“…’tis forbidden…”
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Close your eyes and tell me,
What do you see?
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I once stood along the path lined with fir trees, though they are no longer in bloom. The rainy days have come, and my summer bliss has faded. My beloved friends are gone, to far-off lands that I will never reach, yet they are still here, with me, in my heart. The wind was blowing at my face, ruffling my hair on the process. I wondered if it was my wind, conveying messages only I could comprehend. No, perhaps it was just the rush of air.
Night has developed a new meaning to me.
With my eyes closed, I tried to trace a smile in my mind. I could almost feel the soft skin of lips as my finger brushed against the image. Dreams are not mere figments of the imagination. In dreams, there are the frustrations. There are the hidden desires. There are the things that no one, not even I, could understand.
And in my dreams, I see a person. I see someone I do not know with open eyes. And…
…our faces were closing in together. I could feel that person’s gentle breath beating against my skin. Soft lips… so tender… a warm feeling rose to my cheeks, my chest, and then my whole body. I knew my face has gone red and my heart was going to explode. Each caress brushed my troubles away. The small contact of our lips swept my feet off the ground and I was soaring towards the heavens.
“Who is this angel?” I wondered, but no answer was forthcoming. All I know is that I could fly again. That person brought me back to the sky, with wings made of the purest happiness. An aura of contentment washed over me, and I knew. I knew I felt something I know I should not feel.
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kokoro wo shimatte
omae no egao wo sagashite dake
daisuki, boku no tenshi
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Slender fingers gracefully struck black and white keys. Each note surged with power that sends forth emotions through the hall. The sweetness of the melody had caused me to think of white feathers and lilies… of the long forgotten time when I knew how to fly.
I closed my eyes as I tried feeling through the sounds that has enchanted my senses. I paint the image of a smile that has enraptured my soul. My heart flutters deep within me, a sensation I have yearned for so long. It is the feeling of soaring high to the air, with the belief that anything could happen, as long as the person who made me feel that way was by my side.
I stare at the person who made such interesting emotions bloom in my chest with the simplest blends of notes. I never saw such profoundness in a person’s eyes before. I marveled at the beauty that held me under a calm gaze, emitting a softening glow.
Rough hands, dirtied by the carnal touches of humanity, reached out in desperation. I do not want to feel left alone in the darkness of light. Take me with you, to the free blueness of the skies. If I could just feel, even for only a fleeting moment, the heat of the sun on my pale skin, the touch of the wind caressing my tear-streaked cheeks, that exhilaration I feel with you… the day when Death comes to take me from the world of the living, I will have a small content smile on my life-worn face.
You strode past me, and for a short-lived instant, I felt your body wrapped in a tender aura that encompasses all in its quiet kindness. My dark eyes followed your leaving presence, my frozen heart yearning for your warmth.
At that time, I knew. You were that person in my dreams, the one who blew me away with the smallest smiles, who captured my heart with the gentlest touches.
That very second our eyes met, I knew. You were that person, the one who made me soar freely towards the far-off sky, whose pure wings lifted me up from this nightmare I had been living in for so long.
When I saw you, I knew. You were that angel of the high winds in my dreams. Yet I knew, from that day on… I knew that no matter what I do… I knew that no matter who you are… no matter how I feel… I could never have what I hoped for, for I knew. I knew I felt something I should not feel.
... ‘Tis forbidden…
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Sing the song of silence.
In midst of this madness,
Love the forbidden love.
Everyone exists, lies…
Never neglect this need.
Trust not the truth's untruth.
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To Be Continued
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