Alien Landscape

The Flowers.

today she took the form of a sea-dweller with soft scales of a thousand colours. as i peered into the waters, her feline features smiled sweetly past me and to Denni. i glanced hastily at Denni, painfully envious of the token the Seasky Lily gracefully endowed upon her. when i turned my head towards the waters again, Seasky was gone.
for the rest of the day my heart raced at the unbelievable memory of the glimpse of her face. during my absence, though she stayed in my heart, fidgety as an impatient butterfly, my fondness and fascination of her dwindled considerably as other things began to take over my mind. seeing her today renewed the spell she casted. i hope, for the sake of my failing heart, that Tuesday would come quickly so i may catch but a glimpse of her elven eyes and the scent of her secret smile.

sometimes, especially when you least expected it, a lady or a man would appear in your life and work magic so bizzare and arcane that the love of your life is but a soft jingle of windchimes, the friend you are ready to die for becomes but an echo of a laugh and the family that you walk with in love through unforgettable hugs and incurable treachery becomes the tiniest tug of heart. it is the most curious of phenomenons, i assure you.
therefore it is most fortunate that such a lady or man appears so rarely. perhaps a hundred times a day then vanishing, or once a week for a year, or even just a fraction of second of your life. some pray that their lingering presence will prolong til they draw their last breath while others wish and hope that the agony of passion they feel would end at the death of the blue moon where she or he appeared. i am caught between both. however, i am lucky enough that time is a most effective antidote for Seasky Lily's sweet poison.

i have refrained from writing of this as i know with the surest of certainty that people judge strong feelings. especially strong feelings stemmed from the magic of miracles. people label it carelessly; brother, lover, sister, soulmate. this is something that transcends human languages. i know Jenni has had two people who magicked her and disappeared promptly; a man and a lady. and one other, (i know you would hate that i mention your name so i won't) who til this day is still wondering when she is going to be freed. yeah i'm not stupid like your boyfriend not to know of that strange lady you buy your curry puffs from. you grabbed my hand so tightly when you saw her that i could feel your touch for days.

i haven't decided yet if the knowledge of Seasky Lily's departure from my dreams should grief or gladden me but i know i will forget her as quickly as i forget a particularly hard blink. it is best that way because i don't think anyone of us can take that kind of goodbye. one that sears your memory every night but when you wake up in mornings, you realise hey, it was a dream. and you would cry and cry and cry and never recover.
Posted by NHJ 11/08/2005 07:00:00 pm

Tuesday, November 08, 2005