Two Circles
By Lanei
I dreamt of two circles.
Your eyes.
Sparkling amber with a sprinkle of cinnamon, resting on my soul as if I somehow deserved to even be in your presence.
Sparkling amber with a sprinkle of cinnamon, resting on my soul as if I somehow deserved to even be in your presence.
In more ways than one.
The Sun and the Moon.
Both brilliant, both full, both somehow in the same sky. You gave me my light. In that moment, I could finally share with you my happiness instead of grasping for millions upon millions of faceless stars that only grow further away.
Both brilliant, both full, both somehow in the same sky. You gave me my light. In that moment, I could finally share with you my happiness instead of grasping for millions upon millions of faceless stars that only grow further away.
All which encompassed the last and the last.
I lived two stories, each coming full circle, one within the other. In the first, she was there, like a beautiful pebble whose surface was carved into flawlessness by the river on which it arrived. I could speak to her, and she would listen and speak in return. She could understand who I was even when the words failed to form on my lips, even when they couldn't find the essence of my thoughts, my being. We spent the day on the grassy riverbed, defining our place in the world as we created ephemeral streaks in the sapphire surface with our feet and fingertips.
We may have been different, but that day we were one. Not even death could do us apart.
We may have been different, but that day we were one. Not even death could do us apart.
Each leaving me less than that of before.
But dreams are more powerful than death. Death cannot give what it takes away.
The sun created a golden kingdom of our surroundings in the moments before falling beneath the earth, and she looked down at the river that pulled at her ankles. She spoke in a small voice, but it was enough to break the silence of the magic. I knew the words from her expression, before they ever left her mouth. I knew the words when she had first arrived on the riverbed, because of what I believed in.
"I have to go."
Because I believed in circles.
What brought her here has now taken her away. She is gone, a pebble carved and crumbled into dust and sand that slips through my fingers by a river of time and of fate.
And as I find my head pressed against a damp pillow, I realize that the river was also one of dreams.
The sun created a golden kingdom of our surroundings in the moments before falling beneath the earth, and she looked down at the river that pulled at her ankles. She spoke in a small voice, but it was enough to break the silence of the magic. I knew the words from her expression, before they ever left her mouth. I knew the words when she had first arrived on the riverbed, because of what I believed in.
"I have to go."
Because I believed in circles.
What brought her here has now taken her away. She is gone, a pebble carved and crumbled into dust and sand that slips through my fingers by a river of time and of fate.
And as I find my head pressed against a damp pillow, I realize that the river was also one of dreams.
And chaining me to an alternate past.
Nothing has changed. The night has barely passed, but it feels as if I have lived a day in a different life before being crudely pushed back to my own at nightfall. These dreams have become haunting memories, and I cannot forget this life I never lived, no matter how hard I try. It is a life I want, one that I will always be reminded of for its differences between my dreams and my desolate reality.
My dreams don't lie in my future, for I know I will never accomplish what I have created.
No, my dreams lie in the past. They have become my past, and something that never was.
My dreams don't lie in my future, for I know I will never accomplish what I have created.
No, my dreams lie in the past. They have become my past, and something that never was.
I dreamt of two circles in more ways than one
All which encompassed the last and the last
Each leaving me less than that of before
And chaining me to an alternate past.
All which encompassed the last and the last
Each leaving me less than that of before
And chaining me to an alternate past.