Café et Créme
By Muse
I wish…
That just for once, my starstrung dreams would be answered before blinking
in oblivion. Even a broken swan would gaze into a fractured mirror and
repeat to itself, “I am beautiful.” Are such dreams meant to be answered?
Or are they to hang uselessly on stilled puppet strings, suspended for
eons to come with seconds to spare?
And what of these scrawled notes on a café’s napkin? The one with the
little rings from where the coffee sat, smearing the penstrokes so that
they bleed across the paper. Little “I-love-you”-s and false phone
numbers pass from fingertip to fingertip in a gesture soon forgotten.
But a smile is remembered. A glance from across busy city streets, perhaps.
Beauty remains in the eye of the beholder to be cherished day and night,
life by life. And so you become longed for. Each moment ticks by in the
breathless torture that we describe as “waiting.” Oh, how time loves
to mock! To hold out until we see its toll in our faces and demeanors,
even down to our very last moment of thought.
Is it so wrong to wish for a simple touch from the ones that we foolishly
let pass by? To wonder how life would be different if we had simply fallen
into step with them to discuss nothing yet say everything?
…Such is the power of a simple “Hello.”
But even stronger, a “Goodbye.”
And when you last see that yearned for love? The world becomes kaleidoscope-worthy
in its meaning and emotion until it suddenly caves at your feet when finally
you must let go.
We are but a pair of doves in a flock of crows, tranquility at its purest
in a threatened society. Yet we survive. Each grain of sand that slips
through the hourglass marks a moment of magic among many, all to be stored
away in a velvet-lined box locked with sun dusted secrets known only to
us. I live for you. I breathe for you.
I love only for you.
I stutter and stumble over simple words only to slip and fall my way through
my days. But always, you’re there, palm outstretched to help me along
with a smile just touching your lips, gentle as a kiss from the midsummer’s
breeze. You never fail to lift me to new heights. And for this, I cherish
you.
And for once I believe that maybe…
Just maybe…
I AM beautiful
Beautiful to somebody who cares
Perfect to someone who loves
Simple jazz-encrusted daydreams in a dim corner of a café flit through
the air before my eyes days, weeks, eternities later to the rhythm of nails
drumming a heartbeat into the tabletop. I don’t want to lose the sensation
of your breath caressing my neck or the magic of your fingers twined in
mine.
Even the apartment echoes with calls of your name. Dreams resonate with
your soul searing presence, enough so that the pillow is instead forced
to dry the tears you once kissed away from an angel’s cheeks. Even the
sun’s gentle rays peek through the window in an effort to ease the loneliness
only to find me reaching for you in the throes of a nightmare called “Life.”
The body refuses to admit the loss that the mind has already realized.
The absence of the comfort and security that trails at your heels with
a puppy’s innocence leaves me haunted, desolate, utterly isolated and
alone in my own mind.
I miss you.
Comments on "Café et Créme"
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On Tuesday, November 13, 2007, Circe Avalon
(115) wrote:
this fuckin' rocks! I'm in love with this work. Totally amazing and not in a valley girl way. This piece makes me want to have the same experience, so I can nod along with and cry out the injustices shared.
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On Friday, September 8, 2006, Mistress Shadow
(252) wrote:
I am touched. It's like you are standing on that white line just gazing across to the potential. So full of spirit and rational to cross and yet still standing there.
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On Friday, September 8, 2006, Mistress Shadow
(252) wrote:
It makes me want to cross my own lines, to indugle in my own 'Starbucks dreams' sort to speak. I love it! ~T
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On Friday, September 8, 2006, ShardsofSilence
(222) wrote:
DAMN. I'm left speechless.
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On Friday, September 8, 2006, blue
(1454) wrote:
OK! Haha, I usually don't do requests ;) buuuut, fuck ya! this was quite something indeed, the all of it was mesmerizing, beautifully worded and emotionally fit. High compliments, ~b