When Mystery Winks and Smiles

Posted : 8 Oct, 2012 03:01 PM

He floats on clouds for miles, when Mystery winks and smiles, and buoyant there remains while time stands still. He's yet to touch her face, but lives with this one grace: the hope that one sweet day, perhaps he will. Were she to e'er come near, his silent, smothering fear is that he will not win or woo her with his wiles. All wiling is forgotten and his charms reduced to rotten, as compared to when Mystery winks and smiles. Then, one day, she 'only' smiled, his refinement rendered wild by the silent siren's beckon of her stare. For an instant, in the midst of this mist of his reality, there was bliss. Inviting irises in eyes had brought it there.



Once, awakened with a horror, like a lost-at-sea explorer, feeling like he'd been dreaming that he drowned. Upon straining to remember, memories fading like embers, finally found he'd merely dreamed that she had frowned. But, he woke with her against him. Graceful, gracious arms enfenced him. Words of honey, voice of velvet pierced his fear. In her smile, he found his peace. With a wink, all fears released. In her moments, he found the rest of many years. Then, her grin grabbed him again. She said, 'Kiss me on the chin.', for she'd known his want to kiss her for a while. Nervously, he leaned in toward her, and his face fallen fully forward...she bowed down to bless, and let him kiss her smile.



When he saw her looking sad, the pain near drove him mad, for he couldn't stand the thought of her not pleased. But she brightened when he came within her visions sullen frame, and a touch was all it took to bring her ease. In this touch, the words were clear, though no voice did her ear hear--words of tender, tactile tact and texture true. Stroking temple, cheek and throat, gentle fingers did promote a perspective that her eyes could hardly view. So she closed her right eye first, a winking moment through her thirst to taste the words that she had felt in his caress. Then, she closed the left, and saw and felt and knew as though t'were law, that he loved her all the more and nonetheless.



But his was not a love that asked for any statement, any task, or any favor from her in return. It only asked that she accept that which his heart had long since kept secret, and be kind if t'was to be spurned. Then, wordless did she say, 'I'll spurn you not, this day. We are as two harbored, not sailing, ships; not passing in poor weather, but anchored down together.' With mouth, in silence, without sound or voice, spoke she, Mystery, her choice in these words to he, in a wistful wink, and by returning his touch, but just barely, though unbearably too much, to free, and kissed him back through partly parted, softly smiling lips.





















I hope you can just accept this piece in it's raw form for what it is...an inspired writing.



I imagine this couple that can communicate with or without words, whose Love for each other is selfless, and known to each in a way that is at times beyond the limits of spoken language. Speaking of language, I sometimes whilst writing invent words that aren't necessarily in the dictionary, "words" like "wilings" and "enfenced", but try to use them in a way that makes their intended meaning very clear. Purists, please forgive me.



My hope is that anyone at all can find some pleasure in reading this piece, but if any Christians in particular want to think of it as a courting piece for the one you will eventually marry (or have already married), it goes very well with Eph. 5:31-32.



Whoever You Are, God Bless You! ^_0

Sincerely, IISam614. �



I'm posting a direct link to the YouTube reading of this piece, it's at--

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aajpeIwYZhg

GBU, ARS.

Written April 19th, 2003

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