Dear Secret Lovers,
How sweet to have a secret... in the middle of the night, as the world sleeps, your dawn has just begun... and for you it dawns for hours and hours without thought of a rising sun. Oh no...you have eons in those countless moments of 2,3,4 a.m...to allow humming words to get lost between pillows, and yawns, and each other. What you allow to live under your starred sky is the very reason why you live... for in those moments life itself awakes! And you're reminded with every breath that is being taken away...why you tolerate the wheezing of living any other day. You are in love.
Dear Lovers, I believe in your love. I believe you create the energy to set the sun on fire every morning. In you, the sun has found its purpose for rising once more upon this chaotic, heartless world. You are what it wants to bring into its light, for it envies the moon. And yet, by the sun's first ray, you have already kissed each other's precious lips goodbye. The sun sighs, and falls once again at the end of another day, wishing to meet you...tomorrow.
4 comments:
Hmmmm! I was awake during those hours last night. It sounds like you experience was better than mine. Mine is called secret pain. There's some truth and sarcasm to what I am saying though. Emily thanks for being who you are. You know the next hurricane will be Emily. That you bring up some images for you.
As I said I was awake during those hours and then woke up at 6:15am. The last line should read: That should bring up some images for you. Analogies could abound. Still time to maybe get some sleep.
*gasps* Sometimes being sneaky in loving is a love affair of it's own.
No... I'm not writing about me this time. I'm celebrating everyone who has experienced this kind of marvelous secret. I've certainly been there before.
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