My breath clung to the air, trying to hang on longer. “Don’t let go. I’m still here,” it tried to convince me. Above me, the demoniac obscurity and brilliant light intertwined; lights of confidence dictating me in the Cimmerian abyss. The vault of dreams displayed beneath me as a reflection, I was standing in the sky. I walked further, and stared into the looking glass below me. It was pure enough to see the depths in the daylight. Darkness reigned at that moment, with only the sprinkles of glitter as its guide. The waves flowed only to my waist. I closed my eyes and imagined myself there forever.

I listened. The ocean makes beautiful music if you listen close enough, with your heart, mind and soul. The sounds are mesmerizing, a rhythm beating against the sand. It was as if each wave shook hands with the earth, meeting again after their rebirths. The wind guided it there. I cannot tell you of the sounds of the ocean. Sounds heard with the mind and soul can never be. No words can capture its eminence or its magnificence. I only hoped the universe had its own symphony, but maybe the silence is the music.

I went out a little further; it was harder to stay balanced. My ears seized the sound of the water. I was motionless on the moon, the stars beside me. They were my brothers and sisters, enclosing me, protecting me. A tear fell from my cheek, then. My eyes awakened, emerald crystals opening wide to a new experience, glowing in the moon’s light. They were sheltered by long lashes, batting playfully in confusion. My hand elevated and touched my cheek. Crying. I was releasing water; my other hand cupped the liquid that was rapidly moving past me, rushing to meet the earth with a swift sound and a crash. I let the tear fall into my hand and gently placed it where it belonged.

“For you.” I told the ocean, as well as the stars. For the stars have some relationship with tears, I’m sure. They had a part of me and I smiled. “What wonders you both hold. Suppressing secrets against the inquisitive, who only wish to be apart of you. Will you not tell me your secrets?” I whispered to the tears of earth and eternity, and they answered with a Herculean wave.

Under the air I felt secure, as if nothing could cripple me. I held my breath until I could not any longer. I let the water soak into me. Into the air again, I let out the remainder of my breath, it iced in the air. Only then did I realize how cold I had become. I began toshiver. However, I was completely overwhelmed in the magnificence of water and stars. I did not even notice my hair that clung to my face. My faded body trembled into royal. I went too far to go back, I knew too much, too little. I took a step; the water was to my chest. Another step, and it was at my shoulder. I’m so cold. Another step and the water was gently kissing my neck, then my lips.

The morning was near and the sun exploded with a fire that met the water. “No! Do not come! You mustn’t! I wish to die among the stars.” The last step; emerald crystals lingered on top of the looking glass, and the moon, before concealed by dark lashes.

10/06/2005

Author's Note: The original title is "Dark Lashes, Death in the Stars" but I'm not sure it "Starry Grave" works better or not? I wrote this when I was fifteen or so, just edited it to make it a bit better.

Posted on 10/07/2005
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