11/3/11
November arrives with the trembling of cold hands and my restless heart,
a stranger with nice glasses and quiet glances who makes me smile and
melts my heart (wondering if we’ll ever meet again), tiredness and
sleeplessness that makes the whole world so gentle and tranquil that
every place feels like a warm bed and I almost fall asleep everywhere
and you, you of all people. In the shadow of November creeps the fear of
life passing me by and every chance slipping from my grasp. I like to
walk in the cold, along the almost deserted streets and watch the dying
world around me. The city is veiled in grey yet I find hidden beauty in
all this greyness. To me, the silhoutte of skeleton trees against the
blue-grey sky is far more beautiful than the silhoutte of leaf-filled
trees against blue summer skies. I long to meet the sea again, to return
to it again to find solance, like I always do in November. I dream of
going to the sea with you and you holding me while the waves
keep on kissing the shore. You have no idea how much I want you to kiss
me like the waves kiss the shore. I want you to be my sea, if only for a
brief moment. All I can think of is you, you, you. Please, November be
kind to me and my heart and let me have even a little bit of love. Please.
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I will make a wish for you, tonight, on all the stars in the clear, black sky. You will have love. You will, you will.
ReplyDeleteAs ever, I am tangled in all the cold, frost-glistening beauty of your words. I hope November is perfect for you. x
Oh, I love your writing so much, Jessica. You write so, so beautifully and it resonates with me since you so often write of the two things that occupy a great space of my life: longing and loneliness.
ReplyDeleteI really hope November opens doors that will let your deepest desires become realities. ♥
These words are gorgeous in their delicacy, strength and honesty. Wishing you great love!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! ♥
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