Through the In-between
It’s something I can’t explain.
Like an equation missing an answer, or like the world’s yearly rotation.
It was merely a visit, a ‘catch up’ how it goes.
The night I was visited thousands of stars dotted the pleasant sky with such enigmatic meaning, the moon was polished brightly lit yet through the rims of my glasses only a slight proportion could be seen. I felt like life meant something, like this week I would receive something special. This something special would not be a fresh wrapped present or a bursting bouquet of flowers.
This gift would be the return of my missing friend.
I lay back in bed, my mind everywhere. Small pieces of distant memories coating my thoughts.
And then she appeared.
Eye’s like a chest-nut, masses of golden curls drifting with the mid-winter breeze.
“Hello.” She whispered gently, taking my hand; continuing her strong glare, she was always hard-wearing, such an elegant creature in her simplicity.
“Am I dreaming? Replied, frozen.
“You could say that.”
“How did you get here?” I asked, my hand’s trembling and my eye’s more open than ever.
“I came through the in-between.”
“What’s the in-between?”
“A place where time is still, where flowers grow from the sky and streams are everlasting, a place for lost souls, beautiful yet tragic at the same time.”
She begins to fade, turning paler and paler each time I scream.
“What’s happening, where are you going?”
Some time’s my only reply would be silence, but then something out of the ordinary.
“Save me, release the truth and never let go….”