Our Theory Still Remains

Hand in hand head on chest each breath was in sync with the family of fireflies that accompanied their solace in a summer field as they lie and watch night sky silently dance in carrousel fashion. An embrace that felt like a promise, like life itself, seemed it was there all along, before they were born. A whisper and a connection when their eyes break the silence into a tear, made it all feel like it they were starting again from the very first of moment of time.

An elderly lady looks at her hands and relishes all the love they had given; and thinks of how much more they could have shared. The creases remind her of the smile in her grandchildren as they smiled each time they look at her in a glow. The tips felt like the end of time, and an allegory to her walk in this life. The space beyond them: the edge of eternity where she will finally dance that childhood dream.

There were two men on the cliff top overlooking a valley lush in aged green and dressed golden in the dawning light. They took a breath and felt the moment's increasing resolve. Their legs were giving out from the night's climb, but they felt they could fly. With a slight laugh of accomplishment and a glance, two friends with bond of brotherhood that is spelled out in their mutual memories.

A woman sits in a bedroom darkened in darkened by the night looking in the mirror.  Though, listless and alone, she is confident in her solace, but sometimes the cold side of the bed could be a bit warmer. Patient for company she turns away and flips through her photo albums of a childhood she would not change, the wall time she climbs she hopes is worth the wait.

A man comes in from another day of sliding doors and waiting lines. Endless deadlines construct his schedule to a box, promising numbers to give him the comforts he seeks, though he comes into the kitchen to find his wife wiping away a tear pulling the curtain of smile to hide the prick of her pain that swells within her home.

A young girl studies the light though bubbles as they gleam colors of the rainbow like her imagination was manifest into the summer breeze. She saw the dragonfly dance in between them like a knight on a mission. I gave her a wind off his wings as if a memento to remember him by. She then desired to be able to enter such a world, doubting that this world could hold such a hero so charming.

A discover of all that is, stands over a cavern of something ancient. Dark and wondrous, he feels his childhood questions disintegrate into answers as they give way to new questions. He feels curiosity pressing his hands to discover the work of his ancestors that he may possibly keep their stories on a page, and learn of the greater things beyond this world.

An old man aged in wisdom and artifact of physical trial, stares at his artworks held on the stone walls of his palace. He holds a hand against one in particular he had created in the wake of a dream he once had as his wife had laid ill by his side. He painted it all with one hand as they other held her's. It told a story he could not bare repeat, but only carry on til the day he meets her again on that distant plane. He observes the strokes and color til a tear escapes down his solemn face. Satisfied with all the time spent in these hallways, he lights a flame and lays it to the ground. As it climbs the walls that have long been his comfort, he walks out shedding the weight of life into a dance he has long waited for.