The Golden Prince is penetrating the gloomy darkness with watchful prudence. His blustering waves of warmth are slowly flooding the country with bright light until the very last of little stars will be frightened away by his majestic smile. It seems the whole wide world is abloom as soon as he peaks into drowsy rooms, fatherly kissing closed children’s eyes and tingling their tiny feet ever so sweetly.
I see him wandering towards me at dawn and I cannot resist to leave my sleeping lover’s bed only to meet my sweet Dauphin by the old oak tree. I spread my desperate arms toward the azure sky before I fall at his naked feet in aching resignation. I throw my head back and laugh so loudly at the waking world while the saline tears are streaming down my cheeks. As he takes my wet face in his hot hands, I cannot help but think of my somnolent lover back in his cold bedroom. My benighted lover with those sombre eyes and the milky white, soft skin and his handsome heart: so true, so pure. Oh my lover, gloomy man-servant of the night, who will never shine quite as brightly as the Prince but will always, always be close to mend my broken soul. And yet, I keep falling, falling deeper and deeper for the unreachable grace which is the Sun. He, who holds my burning heart hostage. He, who shatters all my hopes for final absolution. In those violently passionate arms of his I am dying of cursed bliss.
As dusk breaks and the Dauphin’s face grows suddenly dim, he kisses me goodbye – without saying if he will ever be back again. I watch the unearthly Prince wander off to the treacherous West in search of his dark destiny. With the most bitter of hearts I return to my beloved’s intimate bedroom where he has already been patiently waiting for me. His beautiful wide and radiant eyes are smiling at me sadly yet with sympathy. And I realise that he knows. I see that he hurts but forgives. I feel that he truly loves no one but me. There I go, flying into his outstretched arms which embrace me with inexhaustible love and sincerity. Out of relief, I start crying onto his naked chest which feels so real. I hear his love-stricken heart beating fast as he strokes my hair. And it feels so very real. Indeed, this is real. This is pure. He will always be close. He will stay by my side, oh faithful lover of mine. He smiles with absolute fulfilment as I shower him with tender kisses.
Eventually, he slowly whispers into my ear: “My little lover, my lost little lover. Summer is gone yet I am still here. They say it will rain for a thousand years…” I smile and hold him even tighter. I will not mind the rain, nor will I mind the handsome Sun. The stars in my lover’s eyes will never fade at dawn. No, I will not mind anything at all for as long as he is here with me.
L. (via setuch)
November 05, 2009, 2:08am
