Breathless In Her Tracks

For a moment, time stood still. Then the shimmering of a million white hot fragments danced into and throughout my being. It was you, the you I had always dreamed about, come to my life, a hint of flickering and sparkling substance never yet before seen by existence. I was amazed by this reality. Holding your hand which played through the shadows, I gladly waltzed into forever with you by my side. The stuff from which we are made was about to be created on our palette of love.

This togetherness was different from what my visions had held. Sort of an insane drifting or clown like meandering down a grand and beautifully tapestried path that we each had taken a part in weaving ever so long ago. As we frolicked through this richness of forever, we gathered thoughts and aspirations of evermore, knowing that as all beings move, our energies would eventually flow to the same great center.

Time passed as we nourished our mutual love with wisdom and discernment, walking together down this ever glistening and delightfully rich path. Like gleeful children, we skipped through a vast puddle of eternal water, splashing and cavorting endlessly, or so we thought. It was the knowledge of forever that we shared, which gave us a common sense of delicate wonderment, and Magickly held our souls in the strange awe of all beings, the endless potential that life held. This extraordinary sensual throbbing we were experiencing was sure to cause an explosion, divine madness, or worse. Dancing a jig would be nice right about now.

What a grand time we had, the two of us, sentient beings, wanderers, infants suckling at the tit of some stranger, for all we knew. I began to twirl in a maddening circle, like a cosmic Whirling Dervish, my senses awakening to a dizziness I had never before been familiar with. Orgasmic and frightening, I knew that this vision of loveliness, my hopeful anticipation of always, would soon end. You watched in lurid fascination as my body floated high above the clouds. I forced my way back down to you, not wishing to be apart from my dream being. But it was too late.

The end came, a sudden swift shift in consciousness which we had both dreaded, but knew as inevitable. The me that I was began to slowly melt into a hopeless, quivering pool, with the sense of timeless loss just around the bend. Your demise was at hand. We clung desperately to each other, tears of lamentation sliding down our cheeks, carving great lines of grief into the flesh of our faces, which as it turned out, would be our legacy of this knowledge of duality.

Time now stands still, forever, no ticking of the clock, no movement of the stars. The Universe, vast Mother of us all, has stopped breathless in her tracks. I have been set adrift into a vast pool of endless space and eternity, solitary, there to dream of you in ways no other will ever dare to. Or imagine.

Image and text created by Susan Isabella Sheehan
“Art Is The Perception Of An Altered Reality©”
Copyright 2008 Surreal Digital Artist™

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