Tearful Goodbyes and the Wish to Rewind

The picture of those summer nights
Remind me why it is alright,
For memories to come and fill my mind;
Everyday, make me wish to rewind.

Back to us laying in the grass,
Talking about how our lives would pass,
If we didn't have each other, by our sides -
If we didn't have those dreams in our eyes.

Down by the beach every night, walking hand in hand,
Talking about our future - which together we had planned.
But we never realised, how fast time really flies,
And soon we were saying our tearful goodbyes.

Now I'm alone, laying here,
And down my cheek, runs a single tear.
My minds drifting off; to a fantasy,
I picture us - just you and me

I hope once again, our paths will collide;
But this time to end, with a kiss and a smile.
Not even a trace of the tearful goodbyes,
No more heartbreaking memories - no wish to rewind.

~ Amaurea Uruviel © 24/09/2011

Emptiness

My dearly beloved, I'm here today, to ask one thing, if you would be so kind as to lend me an ear. Do you, my dear, know the meaning of emptiness? No? Well . . . perhaps I could explain.

Emptiness - to begin with - is a feeling. Yet only a feeling, it is not! It goes much deeper than mere feelings. It goes deep into the heart, the soul, and the mind of one. It starts with a silence; a creature lingering in the shadows, waiting for loneliness to come and feed it's needs. The silence and loneliness then unite: creating a void. A void that is also know, as emptiness. This void will haunt, torment and torture, yet will find no satisfaction, until you are stricken and destroyed.

Now, I can see the look of confusion upon your face, as you wonder why I m saying these things. Well, my dear, I hope to rid you of this confusion, as I explain exactly what it is, that you are able to assist me with.

As you may know, from others all around you, this void of emptiness can indeed be cured, by one thing and one thing only. This cure is also a feeling, yet also goes deep into the hear, the soul and the mind of one. It is the one thing far, far more powerful than anything on this earth. It is well known to have saved many people, yet is feared by thousands, because if not truly felt from deep within, it can also destroy. This cure, my dear, is indeed our raft in the rapids of life. This cure is the shore o a shipwrecked soul like me. This cure; is love. And love, is what I am asking of you today, and what I have to offer to you each and every day; the cure to this emptiness that we feel.

For so long I have had this feeling for you concealed. I - like many others - was afraid to love, afraid to be in love, as countless times I saw with my very own eyes, the destructiveness of this feeling. Yet I am no longer afraid; as I have moved away for the conditional love that we saw when we were young. The love that we had to work, please and be good, so as to receive. I have now been enlightened with a love much stronger, much safer and much more enchanting. It is the love that cares about the other person, whilst not caring what shall be received in return. It is the love that cares not about the faults and foolish mistakes that may have been made in the past. It is called unconditional, or even, true love, and it is the love I have for you.

So I ask you today, if you would be so kind,as to open up your heart to me; allow me to freely love you, and be loved back. I wish to grant you happiness and to keep you safe from the destructive void of emptiness.We could be bound together by this unconditional love, and for as long as we persevere one another; never shall we be broken apart.

I must thank you, my dear, for lending an ear, and I hope you will consider these proposals I make. I need you to know, that all I say is true, and I indeed will never give up expressing this love, even if it means taking pushes and shoves - I would travel beyond the moon and back, just to prove this to you.

~ Amaurea Uruviel © 03/06/2011

Way to Win

Sometimes it's easy to forget
Exactly who we are.
The world evolves our idenity;
Gives us multiple masks.

We face pressures every day,
But these are not the problem:
It's the thorns that come and attack our hearts,
Creating extreme frustration.

Yet if you continue searching
And trying to learn new things;
If you keep pressing on, determined,
You'll find a way to win.

~ Amaurea Uruviel © 29/05/2011

The Portal

I discovered the mirror one dark, misty morning, in the alley behind the butchers. It looked so . . . ordinary, at first - until I touched the gilt frame. The glass sprang to life, emitting a blinding glow. I hid, terrified behind a large skip. Slowly, a hand slithered through the mirror, followed by a tall figure, it's face hidden beneath the hood of a long black cloak. I pressed myself back against the skip, holding my breath as he walked past. I glanced at his hand - it was dripping with blood!
'He's injured!' I thought.
Then, a small squeaky gasp escaping my mouth; I saw the blade. Slowly, he began to raise the knife.
'Oh no! He's seen me!'
Turning, he took a step towards me, his dark glare locking me, stiff against the wall.
Suddenly, booming voices emitted out from the mirror; the figures eyes overwhelmed by a look of sheer panic, as he turned tail and ran. Slowly the voices dimmed, and within a matter of minutes, had completely vanished.
'Phew! That was close!'
I crept up to the mirror, stretched out my arm and watched in amazement as my trembling hand disappeared into the glass. Preparing myself for the unknown, I stepped into the mirror . . . .

As I viewed my new surroundings a skinny lady dashed from her house, grabbed my arm and dragged me inside.
"What are you doing?!" she whispered, "You should not be out at this hour! 'They' always know when someone is out."
She insisted I stayed until dusk.
At sunset I left, intent on exploring this strange place I had discovered. After fighting my way to the centre of a small forest - consisting of all sorts of unusual trees and bugs, I found what seemed to be the town hall. Several cloaked figures - just like the one I had seen - were entering into the small building. As the last person entered and the heavy wooden door slammed shut, I stole up to a window and strained to hear everything, as a husky voice began to bark out orders.
"We will return through the portal at nightfall. We must finish them off - all of them! Mortimus, Sieffa and the little brats that they call their children; not one is to remain!"
'That's my family!'
Falling away from the window in shock, I fought back the cries that threatened to burst out and betray me.
'I must get back first; I must save them!'

~ Amaurea Uruviel © 27/05/2011