dolorous interludes.

Dolorous interludes like these are few and rare in a season such as this. One feels only the aching torment of lugubrious days, magnified by the chilly showers that makes one sing the familiar tune, "why does it always rain on me...". Long days of incessant showers are marked by his absence; the rain has been erratic and unpredictable, very much like the human heart, where sudden bouts of intense longing swell in the half filled jugs of lonely lovers. Bittersweet memories plague the darker nights, ensuring that one feels both the beauty of fresh earthy fragrance complemented by amorphous seeds of rainwater collected upon the broad green leaves, as well as the augmented singularity of a stark cold night. One feels the greatest remorse for having not treasured what days of convenient accessibility promised and provided for; the world is said to have shrunk in space and time, but where geographical boundaries in the heart are concerned, i feel only the sunlit absence of his being.

As human beings we are, we vacillate along with life's vagaries; the fluid motions of everyday promise nothing, they only enhance our uncertainties. Let us be valiant men nonetheless, Time stops for no one, and it is this truth that must keep us going; my heart is stored in his repository, and may Love safeguard it well.

posted by voyeur @ 2/02/2004 04:32:00 PM