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.