The Cure music led me into the cemetery.
Through the darkness and memories I walked to kiss our promise to be together forever. I smiled. Dry leaves broke under my feet. Bare branches of winter caressed my body. I felt like falling back into my past. I felt like I will never change. I will never lose the beautiful part in me. With closed eyes I saw a silverblue mare of hopes and dreams. Or maybe she was a unicorn. I climbed on her and we became one entity. A centauress.
No one can take away what's inside of me. Tame me or control me. I am a myth in my soul. The myth that sometimes seems real but eventually this semblence disappears.
Being in the cemetery of my past I feel not alone. The ghosts and images of my fantasy crawl out and become my sentinels against loneliness and despair. Kissing our promise I feel your small hand on my shoulder. I feel your breath like a whisper at my ear. A warm air in a cold snowless winter's night. I turn around but no one's there but my silent sentinels. I smile because I kept the promise. I will never walk away.
Between The Lines