Friday, October 30, 2009

A Shift In Time.......



Each Thursday she came to the graveyard. The massive gates stood ajar.
last nights rain had brought down all the leaves.
putting aside her buttercups that he loved so much
she busied herself with cleaning broken twigs and leaves.
from time to time she would stop and softly touch the
letters she loved so much and whisper his name once or twice.
soft tears would well in her eyes when she thought of all the
time that had passed and how solid was the ground that separated them.

Funny how easily the hurt and longing was still so fresh.
suddenly the gloomy day broke and she was surround in a rainbow
of lovely colors. She had to squint to see what she was doing
so bright and alive were the colors. Her buttercups forgotten,
all she could see was a dim figure haloed in swirling beauty.
then a pale thin hand reached out for hers. A soft voice, his voice
called out her name. Emily oh Emily my love, come my love come we have but a flicker of time.
As she stood before him and saw the shift in time. He whispered do not be afraid. She slipped into his waiting arms, buttercups forgotten.
Come lie down beside me that we might share eternity as one.
Side by side they lay together. His soft words filled her mind.
Do not be afraid my dear for this was meant to be. The shift closed and they were gone.

12 comments:

Tumblewords: said...

Eerily beautiful! Powerful and lovely!

Tammie Lee said...

Melanie,

This is sweet and tender, such a lovely passing over. Thank you.

Shraddha@theselfloveproject said...

very touching!!

enjoyed reading it..

SandyCarlson said...

That was one incredibly haunting story. Thank you, friend.

shadowplay1 said...

Melanie, I've always felt that if anything happened to my loved ones, this is the kind of death I'd want! To be alive when so much I loved was gone, would be so hard.

Thanks for a lovely read.

Jim said...

Now the ground separates them from us.

I like this Melanie, it tells a story that often living all around with us. My dad lived for nine years after Mom died. For about five years he was able to visit their grave sites. Like your lady, he would tidy up and admire the marker and the lettering.
Now his date of birth is on his side where formerly it was blank beside his name.
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I am so far behind, I am starting from the most recent comment to answer. I.e. you are first.
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Andree said...

A hauntingly beautiful love story! I can see it unfolding in my mind. In my eyes.

PS : De-abbreviate as you like ;) said...

b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l !!

gabrielle said...

Beautiful how love endures in the arms of time.

bARE-eYED sUN said...

beautiful? nah,
scared the bejeezuss outta us!

:-)

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.ero

Carlos Gesmundo said...

slipping
his hand into hers
shift in time

Poornima said...

Wow! lovely