A Life Less Ordinary

I've known her for years. Back some time ago, maybe 8 years, our lives crossed. For a short amount of time, a leather-clad greasy biker and a girl with thick-rimmed glasses and gorgeous long blonde hair walked the same path. For that one short time, two stars crossed in the night and the future had been rewritten.

I saw her in the arms of another for years. She likewise. Something however, even then, clicked. But the master of the hourglass shook his head. The time was not now. Fate played cards against us.

I hadn't seen her in years. I had gone, conquered my worlds, raised my education to some notability, moved on, and grown into the man I am. But at the end of it all, I returned, as if some force of fate dragged me back to this small way of life. She remained. In life most ordinary, she built and strove for the security of it all, as if retained by that same great force.

Our paths again began to cross once more. Conversing about this life, this end. In our innocence, we knew not the path that we would soon take. Me, the dreamer, breathed life into her then colourless world. She, returned the eternal favour, illuminating my infinitely lost dreams. Her path had been changed, likewise had mine.

She feared to lose her way. I no more encouraged, than discouraged her way. I lit no paths for her and now, not too far forward, I know I should have. Not far from then and not far from now, she gave away her love for eternity, but in sadness. The seeds of change had already been sown, and not long the decay began to take its toll.

I had given up on hope. Fate I perceived did not shine on me and in that immortal day of her being given away, my heart sank lower than the deepest ocean. My heart was blacker than the night. I roamed in turmoil and tried to lay waste to the memory.

But the Moirai played another card. Out of the darkness came the small light. She returned, finally severing the long held union of the years. The rollarcoaster began and slowly the hearts of these two tortured souls began to ignite in a new belief.

We journeyed to the heavens. Everyday, a New World to explore, to enrich us. In each other we find a tranquility, a bliss that only the Gods can know. We live the strange days. Every night, every day, perfected as Eros himself was shaping our world.

The master of the hourglass still shakes his head. Yet more, more challenges must first be vanquished. So leaving one life, she must begin the new. Enter the time of purity, of peace of mind. I wait, for she has become the gentle moonlight guiding my everlasting twilight. She has enriched me further than she will ever know. She ignites the passion in my eyes, the fire in my soul. When she walks into the room, the world becomes richer, more vivid. In my time, I have never known like it.

Enter the cold, cold winter. Apart once more, but knowing that in our short time, we began the rest of our days. We feel the movements of destiny and no longer fight it. But time, only time can tell. More than ever I am certain, this crossing of our paths it is part of something greater.

Soon she will be gone once more and the black days will return. I know I will miss her more than life itself. But this book of days is far from complete.

In the wings of our great stage play, we patiently wait to act out…..our life less ordinary.

David R. White 25th September 1998

Dedicated to a certain person and she knows who she is.....