Reaching Out To Touch The Sun

The radiant sun captures the very essence of our being by illuminating all that dwells around us while dwelling inside of us by cradling our bodies with its warmth. We raise our outstretched arms in a futile effort to touch that which is 92.96 million miles away from the planet earth. As it so pleases the sun obscures itself behind oh so many clouds.

Two hearts each with a beat of their own mesh with the soul and become one with the other. On a beaded blade of grass, they lay down next to each other exchanging looks that do not understate the feeling of yearning that grows with each passing moment as the sun shines approvingly down on them. Soon they will be as one with the other in soul and body.

With clenched, gentle loving hands, they shed their outer trappings. Not wanting to let go of the moment or each other now are forever clothed in their nakedness as they initiate the romantic ritual of intimacy. While neither looked up from their passioned embrace the sun ceremoniously blessed the night by saying good morning as it blazed its way to a now far away place that anxiously awaits its arrival.

An enormity amount of time begins its march forward leaving not a trace of what once was behind. Undaunted yet acknowledging and accepting of that which has escaped from them another attempt followed by yet another attempt to reach out and become one with the sun is made. In cruelty, the sun resoundingly rejects their advances while redirecting the forlorn lovers back to each other for further embraces.

No boundaries, no wedges, no amount of insignificance can gain any ground in their mission to take what is preciously theirs away from them. Their still lives within each other an unbridled passion that ignites the fuel of their love. The needing to have their bodies united into one has seen no lessening of intensity. It is, after all, an unstated statement of devotion that will lift them into the future years.

Suddenly without so much as a whispered warning, a crack appears in the formerly impenetrable walls of their fortress. Tonal inflections that were once so tender have now the unmistakable sound of anger. Tuning out their personal desires and dreams in favor of a greater good for both now has been replaced with themes of their newfound necessity for each to gain their own singular possessions that neither would share. They are now splintered into I or you but no longer we.

Each would be overpowered by an urgency just to have what they felt they denied themselves of for far too long now. As if by decree the sun they both hoped to touch has removed its light, its warming radiance to a new place where warmth already exists needing only to be nurtured by the bright yellow ball of fire. Scars that entered through the crack in their foundation will not allow for a healing process that might have led to reunification or rededication to one another.

There was a time not too long ago neither in their wildest dreams thought this would be how the beginning of the end would evolve. Each would always revolve around the other as they were so solidly encamped in love. Why does it no longer seem possible to recapture the steps they lost along the way? Their eyes cannot exchange glazes into each other anymore. Smiles have been replaced by scorn with suspicions of deceit. It was just one of those head banging collisions that neither foresaw coming.

Now in their own times of desperate cries for help, there would be no audible sound of offers to help. Their horses must now be hitched to the wagons that would be pulled into directions unknown that lead to places not yet known to be thrust to people whom they would not want to know. They would now know they would no longer sleep or slumber on sheets made of finely woven silk.

Cut down branch by branch by an unforgiving saw that sliced through them with ease. The smoke from their simmering anger that dominated their dwindling days obliterated any memory of cherished moments they once shared with each other. Each from their own new location they would now live allows no opportunity to sneak peeks at a sun that once smiled down at them. Where there was once warmth has been replaced by bitter cold that freezes the lips formerly used for kissing.

We held such high hopes for their love we never thought they would relinquish. Yet they did let it all go scurrying past them. If they could have only clung to the dreams they dreamt together who knows how far up to the sky they could have been taken to. The batteries that ran their watches will never again run with their love.

A paradise is a fleeting place to set sights upon. Few get there while those that did soon were gone. It was this previously unbreakable bond of undying romanticism that brought them so close together will never be replaced or replicated. You chose to let a once blissful life reduce the two of you into twisted and tortured souls. What was once romance has been ripped apart and stuffed into a dented metal trash can left out by the curb to be hauled away to where the remains of many a love are dumped onto smelly piles of nothingness.

Was that all there was? Was that all that was meant to be? Could there be a rewind that would take away the danger that lurked? Questions upon questions that beg for answers that will never be given. To the end, we all think what happened to them could never happen to us. If you let the lives you lead pull your love into a state of complacency the door from which you will exit will swing wide open and usher you out.