Dream On Little Boy, Dream On- Part 1
I have heard a tale of the darkest forest that is known for its whispering trees,
forbidden fruits, and its dancing roses all kept in touch by winter’s hand. I seek to
confirm these facts made by delusional men, but I, I seek an even more forbidden fruit,
and a more soothing whisper that is not of the trees to caress my ears. I seek a figure
whose peachy skin is bathed in the white satin of winter. A figure whose lips that are
flushed and soft, that they beckon for a mortals lips to embrace their own. I look and I
listen for a tempting whisper, I take note to every sound that floats by my ears. One
resonance catches my intention; it’s the sound of fracturing ice behind 7 trees I failed
to perceive. O was I mislead by these delusional fools, for such a beauty cannot be
described by mere and simple words. I was never a poet but the sight of her made
poetic lines flow into my head. It went like this: “A soft and delicate petal amidst the
sea’s darkness beacons for a stem, a stem to lift it up to the sun and thaw the chains
that bind”. The ice that I spoke of earlier was not fracturing; they were simply forming
beneath her feet as she elegantly strode along the rivers bank. I questioned myself on
whether to call her or not, for I could not recall a name by which she went. So I simply
said: “O, winter’s Goddess, satisfy this mortal with the visage that obscures the hearts
of men”. She simply turned around and glanced into my eyes then said: “Who is this
goddess that you beacon so much for? I am only a woman whose love is frozen in her
own tears. A woman whose eyes, are as vast as the sea that they can drown a man
searching for love”. I replied: “Your love maybe frozen in tears of sadness, but I seek
to thaw them out into tears of joy, your love cannot drown a man who has already
found what he seeks.” With these words said, I walk towards her slowly and embrace
her in my arms; I lean in to kiss this winter queen’s lips, but she suddenly vanishes in
my arms. The shout of a mother penetrates my ears telling me to get her a drink of
water in the middle of the night. Finished with the feeble task that mother set out for
me, I venture back into my bed to fall into slumber once more.
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