Rejuveniated Love

Days went by and leaves fell on the ground. The painting I started with the brush picked in my head picking up the colors from the meadow at sunset. Never before, had it been this beautiful. The shades of orange darkening, mixed burgundy, cleaved the riffs and I stood there calm and quiet in the support of the tall pine tree.

Looking over the cliff there comes to me an urge to sneak out and snare, jump out and dare with a free fall, deep down the site. With y eyes closed and the memory of the most soothing sight in my heart filling my heart with an insatiable sense of salvation. My expectations and aspiration from life seemed hollow. All that I once promised to myself seemed fake. The nature suddenly seemed to be hand-in-glove with the Satan. Conspiring against my life, willing to take me away forcing not by force but by pure seduction.

When suddenly, I hear you call me out.

 And when I turned around, I see you. You reigning down the row of the tall pine trees in the mystic misty forest like a legacy of beauty, a legendary elvish woman. Dressed in pure white descending and making your way through the layer of concentrated white smoke which seemed as if strategically laid down to welcome you. Carefully watching your steps the way down. You stole a look on me with that same innocent smile on your face, stole my heart out.

Then I tried to contemplate back in the logic of my thoughts, the way I accused nature to conspire against me seemed plainly foolish. There was nothing more soothing than putting an arm around your shoulder standing there over a cliff enjoying the finale lights of the day in a soothing autumn dusk in Darjeeling.