2007-2009

“It’s a lovely snow, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…”





“So, i seem to recall a similar night; where the second hand too fell as deftly as the snow petals.”

“i remember.”

“And how the falling of that second hand began a chain of events, and how droning eternity paused to allow just one moment to shine.”

“No need to remind… i was there beside you.”

“And yet one would think, that in that stretch of time, i would have been taken somewhere far past these snowy moors, or the industrialized constellations; looking down while looking up. But here i am, and here you are, and again falls the second hand. The only difference is that two years ago i was looking forward, while now i am looking back.”

“Do not look back. Time has given up on the past.”

“But i have not. For me, it is the same as the future.”

“So is it a precondition of love to be a fool? Distance is our love. It sucks out all ethereal light, and replaces it with weight. Hard, crushing, stone weight. Can you not see by the simple prospect of infinite space that our lips may never meet?”

“That will be for philosophers to discuss and God to defend. For now i play not their games. It is only you and i, and no one is watching.”

“Why continue this torment? You know how the freckles in my eyes align to yours as i sit safe at such great heights! Why not avert your gaze? Why call me down to meet your lips, when you already know i cannot refuse? Bliss is ignorance, and how shall we ignore when you ask of me so? For we will leave this place tomorrow; that second hand you speak of does not freeze; it travels onward. In circles, but, nonetheless, onward. This snow will thaw, you know. Why is it that our fire burns brightest in dark? Why is it that we flame up in the coldest weather?”

“Yes i know; i am the world’s dumbest. But if time must march on and if we are never given the gift of rest, then I would gladly burn for eternity if it permitted but one kiss. Can’t you see the woods all around? There is nothing but what you see. Time invades us not, space invades us not. Can we not derive an eternity from this woodland fortress? And if eternity is but another name for sorrow, i would prefer a single sorrowful memory of you more than all the happy memories of world.”

“But it is not wise.”

“It’s downright stupid, in fact.”

“My Hero, you cannot tread water forever! Someday you will surely drown, and still, in my heart, you will call for me, up so much higher, to come down. And i will not be able to refuse you, even in your watery grave.”

“If that is how They shall dispatch us, then so be it. The war was worth it. And look: the second hand falls again.”

“How will this end?”

“It won’t. Welcome to eternity, Leander. And bundle up, i feel a storm coming.”