A Dream and a Question

It was cold, it was warm; sunlight broke intermittently through low clouds and blinded the shadows lying on the ground. 

“Turn around”, the intensity of the whisper burned the chilled sidewalk.  Although unheard, she paused, heart heavy in her wrists, the weight of his eyes on her shoulders; she curled her fingers into knots and just like that, those three moments between them became forever.  The stars marked it, the light watched it and the wind would carry it with her always.

Are we separate wings on the butterfly? Carrying life between us in the disguise of a body?  Or is that the illusion and we are each the butterfly in its entirety?

If she had turned around, would the moment have climaxed to perfection?  Or would the frailty of it been exposed, letting it fall like a house of cards?

Are the longings, desires between two people, are they piano notes hung in the sky to be turned into children’s bedtime stories? Are they just legends that could never be lived in ‘real’ life? Are they mirages we seem doomed to chase throughout our lives?

Is she frozen because she wants to turn or because she knows he wants her to turn? Are they reflecting each other?

Or is the Moment worth more than anything else? 

"Two"

7.5" X 7".5

Gouche Watercolor on loose paper