Cold rain trickled down her back - standing there in the twilight while the wind and rain swept her to another place and time. In the need to find something inside her that was worth having, she lifted her head – her mouth open wide – wishing for something good and wholesome to find its way into her body. A gift of beauty might be reflected, no matter how shallow… insignificant – a gift of some kind that others may enjoy or even… notice?
How far do the smiles of yesterday and the grins that exist beyond… exist in the great tomorrow!
It’s the here and now that count till tomorrow strides in grinning from behind the curtain of tonight, and of all the times that have ever been, it’s here and now that matter the most. Now is the time when needs are filled, sources found. When tomorrow’s genius is born and yesterdays nightmares are given the opportunity to lie down, rest and perhaps, never lift their heads again.
If I could remember last night’s dream I would paint you a picture of it, but alas, it now lies deep in yesterday’s realm where many dare to tread only to become entangled in past’s tentacles – forever lost in oceans of time that roll over and over the same sand as it shifts and changes in arrangement alone.
Cold drops of water slide down her throat and she imagines them becoming a part of her. A shiny fresh hope that is often so easily loosed from the grip of a child’s hand and if not found, lost and never regained. Brokenness – the cruel robotic un-question – not at all the child who learns to live in an embrace.
The sun, breaking through the dark clouds of the moment, radiates the face of one so young. It’s time to grow and become more than we have ever been, so much more than yesterday’s dreams. It’s time to become tomorrow’s grin…