He remembers sitting with her that night so long ago, staring into the darkness of the evening. They were sitting on her car.....that eyesore of a car......in his mind. Their conversation was of a night she didn't want to think about. It was of a transparent spirit and tragic beauty that lives within all our lives. She had on a yellow sweater and blue jeans, that fitted tightly on her small figure. Silence seemed to permeate the night and time stood still as only the noise from the distant traffic was heard.
Her voice was warm, speaking softly of that night of pain, of a fear that from others she would get a lack of understanding. He could sense her rage inside, of the injustices and blindness of those around her. He could see tears streaming down her cheeks as if her dreams were slowly falling away, and yet those tears sparkled in what little light they had. He remembers thinking that her eyes were so blue and beautiful in the moonlight and almost felt ashamed to have it in his mind at the time.
They had been friends for a long time. Her voice had mists of honesty, laughter, and such pain, weaving in a slow dance with the grey smoke from his cigarette. The red tip, the only sign of life at times. Her expression, as he stared at her, seemed so vast, and so faraway.
They spoke as two people craving heaven. Two people that normally could throw off things, fearing, yet wanting that openness of each other. They shared everything, yet they shared nothing, and found a brief love, there in that night, with a ceiling above of stars. The eternity of time and distance, and that vital, beautiful, pure honesty that tore through the infinities of a fire burning within their souls.....never to be found or to be regained.
They saw each other briefly after that and then she left. She moved away from him and into herself.......
A dream but very true.....
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