In the fields of gold...

I stand in front of a door, waiting for you to come out. 

I travelled all the way from somewhere to just be with you.  I flew on an aeroplane, trying to fix its broken wings.  Holding its wings; not wanting to crash. Pieces still somehow fall apart and fall into my open hands. I land somehow, wounds somehow healed. Now I stand in front of a door, waiting for it to open and you to walk out.

I hallucinate waiting for you. I see your smiling lips, your twinkling eyes, telling me to hold on. I wait and the doors open. I see you step out. The grasses have grown. The blades are golden. I’ve been standing so long, I fear walking into dust.  You pause and smile at me. You look at me, and take a step forward; I stand still, still afraid to move.

You outstretch your hands, asking me to come to you. I take a tiny step, you smile.  The music plays. Piano. The music I always related to you. You hold my hand; we walk together into the fields of gold. Longest golden blades of grass ever seen. Little green blades sprouting besides them.  You dance, asking me to join you. You lead, I stand watching you.

 There is no sign of distance in your eyes. Why am I feeling it then? I stand looking at you. Was it the time?

My eyes are distant. My thoughts are distant. You become distant. You start disappearing. But I had just found you.  You had held my hand, I had let it go. I stretch my arms, not wanting you to go. How simple are you?

It was love that had attached us, not the time. What has time spent apart, waiting, to do with love? I had made a vow, never to do the same again. Love grows in time. Love is infinite.

You turn back. Same smile, same twinkle that had made my heart quiver.  It quivers again.  I see following your lead in the dance. I see you there.

When you turn around and are about to hold my outstretched hands,  my dream breaks yet again.