Reqiuem of love

Requiem of Love

I can remember it clearly.
Not a single lingering side thought could
make me forget. My heart races at the mere thought of it. It was
November 4th 2012: The day my journey begun. A day of
senses and emotion. A soundless expedition into life.

I can vaguely remember that
Sunday morning scent. It was the scent of the ocean. The scent of that misty
haze hovering inches above the sand. A scent to send invisible waves of beauty
and sunshine to let you know that unlike all other days before; Today will be
more grand than any other. Almost to say that even if the heavens were to rain
upon your head, that even the smell of the ocean and the haze that hovers above
the sand could calm one’s ability to breathe as they inhale the tranquil air.

Unfortunately where I live the
weather cannot be trusted. It could be sunshine one moment and within the blink
of an eye rain or snow. Just like how ones emotion can change within a mere
snap of finger with a mere compliment or kind gesture.  A weather that’s rather random as a 1$
mystery bag from the local corner store. You don’t know whether you’re going to
get peach rings or cherry keys. You just get what you get. No choice in the
matter. With no way to change the outcome. Whether clouds or brilliant rays of
yellow.  A weather that cannot be trusted
do to simple chance.

As for that scent my nose
smelled that wondrous Sunday morning. I now remember it rather  perfectly as one can
count the fingers on one hand or perhaps how a gentleman holds
the door for the elderly or that of young couples and children as if
kindness were second nature. The scent of that day to me at least,
had to have been the highlight of this ongoing journey. The most splendid start
to any journey or just simply any day. An oceanside smell in the home of great
lake boy. An almost mystic like magic, minus the trickery and lines and
costumes of course. A rather true living illusion. One my senses will always
recognize.

Now what my senses remember
most is that of the physical feeling and optical view. A sense no other than
that of another. A being to carry a true magic and true mind like no other. A
being to which my senses labeled deity. A beings name I dare not say. A beings
name that laid its healing prowess against my heart and dying soul. A female
who in one line while holding my hand spoke to me a melody of emotion.

A line I’ve long forgotten.

Now do me this:

As you read the following lines do try your best to imagine
each line and image as if your eyes had seen before.

Around the corner we go, going slow with a haze following us
all around. Floating feet above the worn asphalt and yellow painted lines. Down
a hill with faded homes on either side. Visible and detailed but yet unfocused.
Through cross road and cross road where upon the right a home zooms into focus…

There stands a boy in red and girl in black…

There they swing upon swings chatting…

There they meet for the first.

There the day the boy in red falls for the girl in black

There the day the girl in black falls for the boy in red

There the day a love story begun.

There the day this journey met its true beginning.

With scents and optical views of one another’s blushing face

There I was that boy in red

There she was that girl in black

The famous “M’

To be continued another day….

By:
Stephen Alexander Fisher