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Once in a dream I saw those eyes.Black. Empty.
But still, eyes.
It felt like staring into nothing, like the darkest night when all the lights are gone.
I was afraid, of course. Afraid of my life. I thought that if I looked into those eyes once more I would drown. Nobody would save me.
But I did look, though I was scared to death.
And I began to sink, like the heaviest of stones. Just as I thought my life had fade I felt the strength of two hands pulling me in safe. But it wasn't the one I thought would save me. It was him, the owner of the eyes.
Surprisingly.
As he held me in his arms I looked into his eyes once more. The emptiness was gone. Love and tenderness was gleaming from the black dots instead.
The dream was not a dream.
It was a fairytale as fantastic and lovely as nothing else could be. And I'm still looking into eyes, searching for those black dots which are filled with that love.
I guess I'll never find them.
I must learn to put those apart
dreams and reality...
Words by tinsel
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Written on 2006-12-31 at 17:16
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