ramblings by yours truly, written several months back.The whisper of the wind, playing against her ear. It presses into her chest and thrums with her heart. A sweet melancholy feeling. As real as he was, somewhere out there.
She can hear him, but only just. She wonders if he hears her through the time that separates.
Closer still is one who does hear her. Here, rather than there. Now, rather than then. Someone to know, to see, to understand. Not someone to wonder about, to imagine, to dwell on. Realer than memory.
Does she hear him?
Her mind a mess of emotions. Adult questions in a child’s mind, playing like moths against a bed sheet as songs of old revolve at needle's point.
The tickle in her stomach, the thrill in her chest, the rush in her head all point to the danger of flames. A fire hazard in the works. As she sings - hesitantly, with new and unfamiliar notes - the feeling spreads. But will the match light?
The proof is in the song she now chooses to sing. One of hope, of new things to come. It is reminiscent, yet fresh. Nostalgic, yet shining.
A veil of diamonds in the night. And he sits among them.
Will she?
Haha a veil of diamonds, I am still working on that, you know. But, unfortunately you have claim on the name, and therefore the entire theme.
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