Watch, as time and tide pass.
Watch, as the old wither, as the young birth.
A bright sparkle catches your eye.
You feel,
and you fall into his gaze, for reasons unknown.
Pondering your next move.

'One last thing I beg you please', the Seraphim pleaded.
'You stand to forfeit your immortality'.
That was a conversation you took nothing from.
'Of mortal man, you shall be then', He said.
You never took heed.
The World watched as you descended.
Your beautiful wings burned up,
sent you spiraling down.
Landing somewhere far from here.
No one else around to catch you fall.

You re-birth.
With a blank slate.
No memory of your purpose on this mortal plane.
Years pass.
You recognise his eyes on the subway,
their former luster,
lost,
from years of pain and hurt.
His laughter, now hollow and empty.
You can't tell what he is feeling anymore.
Between each smile, theres a tear in his eye.
A tear forms in your eye.
You take his hand,
meet his gaze to reassure him.
You lean over,
envelop him in your arms, and whisper:
'I've found you'.

Not a single day passes when I am not grateful that we've found each other.
I love you Hunny Bee.
Disclaimer: I didnt take those pics...

6 comments:
Now... that's taking my post about "pictures are to tell a story" to the max!
wow..touching!
who's hunny bee?
lol
*winks*
go go go T-man!
T man = ..... Mr.T?!
hey another question, whos the angel dude anyway? did u just get them from the web?
Pan> cos i love telling bedtime stories
Von> hehe, you'll find out one day
Jackson> *same as above*
Mojo> yep, its amazing what u can find from flickr.com
Andy> T = That guy.. so.. That guy man.. nah.. T is for Ting, FOOL!!
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