I can still envision it, every detail. As if that moment never left me. The spark of new love, the easing pain of past heartbreak. Both of us, untainted and waiting to take form in each other's arms. The music that echoed across the night, each stage built of metal and wood. Like two lovers, so different in their compounds, yet perfect under the glow of tangerine lights. I can still smell the scent of fresh tobacco and sage. The vegan stands selling organic coffee with almond or coconut milk. Surprisingly delicious, when given to me from the hands of my new love. And the song… the song that began it, that finished it. "My lovely blue and broken boy…" I should have known. But the omens on those nights were not of warnings, their undercurrent urged only union. And how we came together I can only say was meant. I had never known intimacy to those heights. With tears and sweat, and laughter… the shedding of sorrow we both shared from yesterday. Tonight was the night the man on stage sang "Save me," in an ethereal voice that belonged to the realm of angels. It was in his song, that we were held. We were saved. I could hear the young artists with their furs and bells running past us, The percussion that reflected our heartbeats, all the many instruments that carried on till dawn. Yes… it was there, where the mountain kissed the lake where eyes met in the honesty of such innocent and blooming light, that I experienced my first love and heartache. |
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