Portals To Another World

To, Charlie

    "I want you to write about two people, made up or real. I want it to be late at night, dark outside and a clear sky with stars. They’ll be on a hill or something with a city below and they’ll be dancing. I want it to be calm but I want there to be so much joy. I want happiness and sparkling joy and smiles. How they feel and they dancing, feeling alive and happy to be"

   

    (Forever & Always - Zeph)

    The moon chased the sun across the sky. But this night it didn't drag along some clouds for the sky was clear and the stars sparkled. But enough about the sky, I want to tell you about the strings of lights that hung from the trees. They matched the twinkling city that was spread beneath you both like a bear in hibernation. His eyes glowed with joy. The soft warm glow on his outstretched hand. He did all this for you, pinned fairy lights to the highest branches and let them trail down. Creating a tunnel where you danced and twirled and spun and almost floated for all you knew. Yet still you did not smile. Something was not right.

    A pair of talented hands dancing constantly dancing on a piano in both your heads. Now forget all I said about lights and glowing and, all of it. What shone the most this night was the happiness. The sheer happiness that surrounded you both like a glistening golden bubble. His hands spin you into a billion pieces and then the night sky is collecting you slowly, gathering you and showing you how to be still. How to be calm. How to be. But a smile does not dance it's way onto your lips.

    Some say that calm does not go with joy. Because joy is an overpowering emotion, but to that I say, I think they go hand in hand. Joy does not overpower and consume the calm, it merely reinforces it. So when I say the joy flowed out around you both, picture a calm scene, not one thrashed with chaos waves. But rather soft ripples of smiles. (Up, Up & Away - Chance Peña)

    But nothing is ever always happy. Sometimes the chaos waves get the best of us and we are left stranded on a rock in the middle of a sea of lights. Pulling and depending purely on a single strings of glowing orbs to rescue you from the waters. You don't even question how the water got there. Every crash of waves seding you tumbling back down, knocking you and your smile back. But you keep climbing, determined to get to the top and see that city of lights below once more. The turmoil ceases for just a second and you grab that moment by the wrists. Using it to haul yourself up onto the rock fully. Then the water seems a million miles away, and, the city is calmly sitting as if nothing had happened. The grass is back replacing the waves and he is there, reaching for your hand. Piece by piece the tunnel of lights appear back, making you doubt that anything had taken you down off that rock. Again you are being spun and twirled. But it's different now. Not of your own accord. Abruptly flinging your hands down by your sides, fingers splayed wide, open. The scene freezes. His eyes re silently focused on the sky. The breeze softened and froze the swaying string lights. Everything standing still. You can still move, a singers voice echoing in your head, pushing, filling, almost shoving all other thoughts out. But still you don't feel like smiling.

    You slowly step off the rock and walk past the string lights, marvelling at them in the forms and shapes that comes with being stuck in the air. Then you're on the cliffs edge, watching the twinkling city gaze up at you. Illminating the dark sky. The cool air tingling your skin. The whole city is frozen, calm and pleasent. Everything washes over you, not in the bad losing control way but, in an aware way. Aware of everything, knowing of everything, seeing and hearing everything. One phrase rings in your ear, new experiences come from new people, new love and peace comes from new experiences. (Anchor - Novo Amor)

    Your muscles relax and your shoulders drop, your chest rises and falls so easily like it's one with the wind. Howling and brushing your hair back softly. It begins to rain. Making even the tips of the grass look like diamonds, so sparkling. Your feet thread lightly on the ground as you take up the music in a swirling path to calm. But after some time of just moving with the rain and air, you realise something; you need not a path to calm, for you have already reached it. You're back beside him and take his hand once again. This time neither of you lead the dance, only moving together, in perfect time. Your breath is no longer secretly unwanted, but welcomed to continue the dance.

    Alive.

    Breathing.

    Dancing.

    Thinking.

    Letting go.

    Accepting the new.

    Alive and happy to be.

    A smile wanders onto your lips and stays awhile.