And so I wait for you

Venus,

To be very honest I try not to think of you much because I know the best things come when you least expect. You have come and gone on previous occasions, each intertwined with busy days and barren nights in due respect. I remember feeling your warm glow as you flowed like an electric current through our embraced hands a short while ago. Your laugh has a distinct relationship with the Angel of Sound and I know it is you when I hear the audio fruits of humor come around. I saw your smile through her eyes a thousand times before. By God you are gorgeous and I could never ask for more. I felt your presence through her touch and I know she felt it too. When I reached out to caress her skin I knew it was not just me but you too.

When you leave it is always a matter of circumstance for which I am the one to blame. You do not seem to like my mind and, to you, logic is lame. It would be great if you and my mind could patch things up because then hearts and thoughts would not have to break up. I’d rather be alone to build that bridge than have to choose between the two and risk falling out with the both of you.

And so you fly away to your misty nest a million miles astray. I see you look back as you flap your wings far out of range. I reach out to touch your trail, not because I want to change, but because I wonder how long I will have to sail, without you. I remain like an enlightened toddler with chocolate smudged on the sides of his mouth and cheeks watching his ice cream being whisked away. I made quite a mess of things yet know I would never have traded anything. If you were meant to stay you would have pulled through and on that note I have to respect the rules. But I can’t help but wonder what if she was the one you wanted me to choose?

You eradicate any uncertainty by summoning your siblings to take her away. She is tied up with a new suitor and their story will probably pick up some pace. You did nothing wrong but simply locked a door out of which I prompted them all along.

Through my senses, I sense the changes. Your smile no longer glows in their eyes; your sound no longer basks in their laugh; nor your magic laced in their touch.

Today, you are nowhere in sight yet your presence lingers as a sequence of colorful images, scents and sounds all over the world: the sunset horizon over the Aegan sea; the charming streets of Beirut; the restaurant culture of Quebec; the tropical landscapes of the Far East, the deserts of Sinai and Arabia; the beaches of the Red Sea and Mediterranean...

That is how things go I suppose.

...And so I wait for you as green leaves yearn for the morning dew. No more whispering wishes to distant stars; no more scouring strange eyes for a piece of your heart; no more going back to better times; no looking left and right for the sight of your smile; no more thinking what if I had chosen a different line?

Like the archer I look forward and that is my foreword.

But I'll wait for you.

And if there is ever a chance that you should return to me, perhaps you will decide to never leave.

Recurring Image

Dreams. I am fascinated by them. Mine tend to come in waves that alternate between the bland and forgettable on the one hand and the unbelievably vivid and powerful on the other. They say you shouldn't talk too much about them because people tend to create a generalized platform to interpret them - which may not always ring true. I believe the reason is that there are a flurry of discrete factors that are unique to only the dreamer that an objective eye could not possibly entirely understand. Such things as past experiences, current situations, depth of emotion - to name a few.

For the past few years there has been one creature that has continued to show up one way or another in my dreams: a lion. Much like the animal, the dream is one that makes its presence felt - subconsciously. More freakily the suggestions of the dream tend to translate into a reality. The context always changes though. In these dreams I am feeding them, dancing with them, being attacked by them, attacking them, running alongside them or actually being one.

So, as a kind of tribute to the abyss that is my subconscious, I have decided to investigate the nature of this creature. Here are a couple of interesting facts:

• Most cat species live a fundamentally solitary existence, but the lion is an exception. It has developed a social system based on teamwork and a division of labor within the pride, and an extended but closed family unit centered around a group of related females.
• Females do 85 to 90 percent of the pride's hunting, while the males patrol the territory and protect the pride, for which they take the "lion's share" of the females' prey
• The pride usually remains intact until the males are challenged and successfully driven away or killed by other males, who then take over. Not all lions live in prides
• If one lion kills another when joining a pride the defeated lions cubs will be killed.
• The hyena is one of the lion's greatest competitors for prey
• A lion's roar can be heard up to 5 miles away
• For the lion and lioness couple, it's all about quantity, not quality. Though romps usually only last for 10 seconds, the process is repeated up to 40 times a day - now that's stamina!
• The lion is the only member of the cat family with a tasseled tail, which serves a purpose beyond aesthetics. It's often used to signal to other members of the pride, with messages ranging from directional, "this way" commands to flirtatious, "come hither" invitations.
• An ancient symbol of the sun, dominion, power, ferocity and bravery, the lion was often used on heraldic shields, flags or banners by medieval European rulers.

There is an old chinese proverb that says a 'lion's pride does not come from the size of its mane but from its ability to build a stable family and social network.' Okay I totally made that up but I have to say I think there is some truth to it.