T W B M's blog: "Poems"

As he watches the night, he sees her, the woman who haunts his dreams. She is slowly walking towards the cliffs, and from afar he is amazed once again by her indescribable beauty, taken back by how the pale moonlight shines over her. He can see the wind softly caress her face as her hair blows gently in the breeze. He is watching, waiting, so afraid to speak, not wanting to break the magic of the night. As she draws nearer, he feels his heart begin to break, she turns and he sees the despair on her face; he is filled with her sadness. As the wind blows again it carries the sweet sound of her sad song, with each step her singing is getting louder as each step is bringing her closer and closer to where he is hidden, closer and closer to the cliffs edge. His body is filled with fear wondering what he should do, he knows in his heart that she is walking to his death for without her he could never live; he would be but an empty shell doomed to live out his days in misery, for she is the twin to his soul. He calls out her name but it is lost in the wind, he tries once more, calling out to her yet it is only a whisper that escapes his lips, the fear is suffocating him and he knows not what to do. He steps out from behind the trees hoping that he can reach her in time, knowing in his heart that he is already too late. As he takes that first step towards her, she turns and stares back at him for what was only a second but felt like an eternity, their eyes meet and she tells him one last time of the love she has for him. She steps back into the night, he is running knowing he will not make it in time as he reaches the edge he is but a shell stepping out to join her for all of time.