Copyright 2012
My name is Dorian, and over the
centuries I have searched for a release...a therapeutic antidote to
my sorrow. It wasn't long before I turned to music and I can boast
of being a master over several instruments. The piano, guitar,
violin, to name a few, but my current outlet comes in the form of a
cello. It's haunting notes seem to express my very soul if I still
possess such a thing. You may ask what has tormented me for so long,
that it must be complicated, but the answer is simple. It is a
tortured heart that plagues my existence. Once a month for more than
a century I visit the same tree, our tree, when the moon is full.
The moonlight seems to rain through the graceful blowing leaves
dappling the ground beneath and this is where I play. I sit on a
rock and roll up the sleeves of my white shirt and begin. The melody
starts softly almost like a lullaby, but then builds to encompass the
full depth of my feelings.
The wind seems to rise in sympathy to my
anguish and gingerly carries my story into the distance. Is it wrong
to hope that the wind will carry my feelings to the one I love across
the distance...across the years? That one day we will find each
other again? Could that miracle be tonight? I don't know if
creatures such as myself deserve miracles, but that does not mean I
will stop praying for one. I continue to play, caressing the strings
and making them hum for me. My concert lasted for hours and as it
came to a close I let out a sigh. That sigh contained the exhaustion
of the years due to disappointed hopes.
As I got up to leave, the
wind wrapped around me like a blanket. Enveloping me in it's warmth.
I brushed my dark hair from my eyes and saw a woman standing before
me in a flowing night gown. Her hair glowed in the moonlight and her
eyes shined like the stars above. My breath caught. It was her, my
love that I beheld, and the wind brought her to me. I walked over to
her uncertain if this were a dream. She took my left hand and placed
it against her cheek. She was real and in that moment I shed a tear.
I placed one hand around her waist and pulled her to me. “My
love,” I whispered as she wrapped her arms around me. “I've come
home,” she replied. I pulled her up on her toes and kissed her
with the built up passions of the years, abandoning my sorrow and
embracing the happiness before me.
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