The Wake

Dusk pulled night’s curtain down upon them…

She told him that when the evening came the sun remained burning inside of them until it pronounced its entrance into the next morning. Night brought them closer together…

…Parallel worlds only cross under the right circumstances.

In each other’s presence seconds were contained in short breaths, and minutes carried their minds toward the clearing between two different understandings of what companionship is. They liked to blend in with the darkness where the edge of the tree’s silhouette danced across the ground, a frolicking shadow encapsulating two beings of light. The moon had been completely full the night before so distant stars were vaguely perceived over the lunar glory which lit up the moist night air with softly glowing blue waves.

Lying outside beneath a clear night sky is like a visual intervention of the galaxy’s oldest existing remains. The sacredness in sharing a natural wonder ties separate notions of life together creating answers that sound credible for a moment. Moments come and go with the breeze against her skin. The damp grass under her back was beginning to soak her favorite shirt (She thought it was something he would wear). His eyes followed her as she lifted herself up and kneeled over him, one hand on his left shoulder and one hand gently caressing his right arm. Words traveled from her lips in small caravans carrying priceless statements of eloquence…

“…You possess the ability to configure my dreams without even speaking.

If only you could remember your dreams and recite to me their intricacies…

My sleep’s reverie, shaped by your sincerity,

Would become a testament of our companionship.

Lonely nights would be as frequent as raindrops returning to the clouds they fell from.”

He believed there was no sound quite as captivating as her soft whispers weaving new directions for juxtaposed comprehension. Her voice configured mellow tones that resonated inside his faith, forming new instruments for therapeutic absolution of lost thoughts, neither forgotten nor remembered. Abandoned and nurtured simultaneously, her expressions followed passion’s lead on a quest to reach the canyon in his heart where her name perpetually echoes. His blood breathes life with each beat; a vocable derived from the dialect of creation.

Traveling further away from the earth’s forgiving grounds, two residual stars flickered with great urgency, accenting each other by momentarily pausing for the other to shine uninterrupted. The two stars brought to their attention the ironic impact of action and consequence…

A symbiotic bond is more impassioned than any love at first sight and they exemplified such idiosyncrasies through mutual manifestations of devotion. He saw the elliptical shape of the universe in her pupils. He believed if he looked long enough into her eyes that his vision could transgress this world. A stare sustained between them was a bridge bringing two complexities to a simplistic vantage point; a conduit for exploring reality in its truest form. He spoke in short bursts of deep intention…

“What if I were to fall deep into a state of comatose for the rest of my life, but continued breathing, and the only way for us to communicate was to join our collective subconscious during your dreams and manipulate a subconscious reality contained among us, so that eventually I would become a constant in your subconscious world, and we’d exist together amongst your mental capacity and imagination?”…

It’s the never thought of questions with paradoxical answers, shared between two people who can see behind the exterior mirages, that motivate the spirit.

When embarking on a journey reliant on faith, it is recommended that the heart be obliged frequently by interpreting its decisions via the mind. A sea of subconscious thought where vessels of emotion sail uncharted waters links the heart and mind. Somewhere in the center of that vast ocean the two connect, generating vertigo: an unstable balance swaying the mind back and forth like a pendulum…Closer to the heart, then farther. Closer…Farther…Closer…

Making a clear separation of mind and heart is not always necessary, at least for them. They simply follow the heart -since it led them to one another- and allow the mind to arrive at profound notions of peace. She thinks peace is a divine gift that allows earthly intentions to momentarily ascend toward the heavens. He envisions peace as the freedom inside every stroke a painter applies to the canvas or the eloquent statements that a poet conceives from a few moments of subversion.

Under the moon’s blanket of light the two compromised and defined peace as an attainment of the inner-self that is within reach for each individual and has an incredible force of positive energy to create harmony in an unbalanced world. In retrospect, the two of them intertwine conscious reality with a world where love rules the mind, and the mind learns about love from the wisdom of the heart.

After pondering his well-organized inquiries, she responded accordingly,

“If our companionship existed purely amongst my subconscious,

we would survive through the perpetual love that breathes inside of me.

A respiratory function of blissful imagination carried out in increments of sacrifice and trust. My breath…my mind…a host to our love”…

The night was growing tired, but the two of them were only beginning to awaken.