Wrote this many, many years ago (I will try to cut short the cheseeness but I was just a poor excuse of an adolescence back then) yet it is still one of my favourite love story of all times – even though the reality is a bit creepy if decontextualized -. Hope you like it 🙂
Night of the 31st December of whatever year you like: next year, past year, this year. A couple in a hill close to their city, look up to the sky where only bright stars witness their love. In his hands an instructive book of astrology. They laugh, giggle, hug, kiss and look up to the stars; to the beautiful and eternal stars. He took her there by surprise so they could welcome the new year together and alone.
Time passes by among endless conversations and cute kisses when all of sudden, he asks her:
– Do you know Dante and Beatrice story?
– Of course – she replies with a sassy grin – Beatrice was, so to speak, his muse. He fell in love with her as fast as he saw her though she was never his. They never shared a kiss, not a touch of their skin; only quick glances over the distance. How romantic!
– No baby, the true story
– The true story? Tell me! – and she snugles into his chest, his sweet breathing singing the perfect melody for the night
– No, Dante himself will tell you – he clears his throat before faking the cracky voice of an old gentleman and she laughs at his sillyness.
<<The rider of death swept over the fields of my life without contemplation. He cut, pulled and destroyed, one by one, every flower of my ill garden. But after days and days of anguish, of being pulled to the floor by the sorrow of my condition, I finally found the strength of my mournful hands, got up and walked. I saw abysses sinking into darkness and evil souls wandering in dreams. Convicted fighting warriors of light who had lost their last battle in the cave of the angry come into sight. In the distance, sharp cries could be heard, slowly approaching and becoming stronger. Ghost of every kind of men diverted themselves creating vortices of pain, the kind of pain that disturbes the most horrible mind.
In this blind darkness, shadows walk or levitate on cries recorded on a eternal vinyl repeated into oblivion. The tide sways the silenced hearts , silenced and drowned in the deepest misery. I wander, alone and without destination, taken prisioner within the walls of the flaming Hell, red dungeon of uninterrupted longings.
I do not know how long i have been here, lifeless. I find no way, no river to flow, not even a light rain to hide my tears. I arrived here as exiled poet, as an idea that flies from a dry pen and commits suicide on a paper. I, the creator of divine comedy, pleading lover of my angelic lady, lover of my muse who inspired sweet scented verses, lady that touched my heart with just one anxious look. I would like to devote more sweet and delicate words to my dear, my sole reason for existence but I can not …NO! Time loses its name, forgetfulness comes to life, body and essence, stealing my soul and killing my memories without mercy or remorse, and she is no more now than a mimic of my lost imagination; I have lost her.
All that feeds my hope is to find you, keep the dream that one day you will be here , you’ll come to me, that everything that flees my mind today as migratory birds return and at last this senselesss wandering will have some meaning. What am I saying? My crazy desperation deprives me of any kind of logic. You, beautiful cherub could never be here, for your soul embodies the highest form of purity, but still … doubt does not leave me. What if I saw you and my mind, now my enemy, betrayed me and pushed you away? If this is so, there would be no forgiveness for me or why I shall continue.
Damn madness that leads me down a storm of jagged thoughts that move in circles and make me dizzy!
A silhouette of bright light appears before me. Her sweetish gaze envelops me as it did the once sacred temple exit. It was long ago but I still remember when we invaded the silences with words, when we walked together a thousand metres away. Oh, yes, then we met and I now hardly recognize you because my life is a broken mirror and does not reflect anymore. Under your step life is created . Your smile creates cherry. Your look, a crazy lovers heartfelt verses. Your breath, the sky. How different now presents itself before me this hell! Tell me, who are you that your presence becomes this cold place the most perfect place in paradise?
Your eyes light up, shine, shouts of joy and yet you do not know how to talk to me. Death took us away and my life was a perpetuate torture, a deep well that I never knew out, I could not forget you. You approach with eager arms, I depart with childlike awe. Your lips are broken lines but there’s no sound or response. With an impulse i throw myself to you, I feel your breath, I melt in your mouth, it all makes sense in paradise. Finally in this dark cavern I see the sun. Happiness leads a remembrance to me, is so close : I LOVE YOU!>>
– I love you too