reading helter skelter

Friday, July 07, 2006

You cross the halls in their innocent silence,
play some jazz on the record player.
their notes trail off with the tinge of everlasting eternity,
and the sweet serenade moves and drives you to fleets above the normal cloud nine.
Suddenly the windows must be closed, the air cooled,
and you have the urge to stir up a cup of warm exotic flavors.
So across goes the windows, and down comes the blinds,
softly extinguishing the blazing lights, to a lustrous seduction.
The air suddenly feels soft, as soft as the pleasant whispers from a lover's heart, and you are contented.



You sit with the company of unseen angels, and together savor the moment.
You let the soft notes guide you, seduce you and inspire you,
as you cross the land of beauty and splendor, the land decorated by the simple sophistication of afternoon jazz.
You sit, and reminiscence, think about the good and the bad, the ups and the downs,
the long and the short.
You remember the fall of the seasons, the change of the tide, the old faces, the new faces, the happiness, the sadness.
How time has robbed everyone of their time together.
You ponder the startling irony, and in an instant, you are sad.
A new life awaits you at the end of the path like a mother waiting to embrace your child.
You see yourself running to the end, happy and grateful that life has given all of you the opportunity to take the wonderful path,
but among you, you see others, running in a different direction, some into the sunset, some across you, others still running that part of their lives.
Faces you will never get to meet again, words never to be said again, laughters never to be heard again,
you look around you, and find you are alone, alone in this path to the start of the horizon.



At this moment, the darkness engulfs you, swallowing you whole in the face of a new beginning.
The irony tears you apart, setting fires of passionate sadness blazing within your heart.
What you have come so far to built, insecurity sneaks in and tears it apart.
But in the heat of the fleeting passions and sadness, the lustre holds out,
the jazz plays on. It is then you realise that true friends play on as well.
Remember the bliss, the comfort, and the love.
You remember the promises, set apart by trueness, and kept within the secrets of the heart for an eternity to come, worn on the shoulders of friendship.
It is then you smile, you remember, you trust.



And as You open your eyes,
smiling, remembering, trusting,
the jazz plays on, just as the friendships run on,
into the sunset on the horizon,
and that is when,
I realise that i am,
Indeed having the time of my life.



Cheers.

post by joshua at 4:53 AM (x)

Being Joshua.
Undoubtably Joshua
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