"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

The Letter (A Duet Post)

When you read someone like Troy you can’t help but be amazed by the ease and complexity in describing the most intense or painful moments. I have been mesmerized  by his cool view on life. So me, dreamer and poet , I could only try to imagine that someone like him would consider writing by my side. It started as a thought, then it became a dream, then a request and then it ended up like a post forged by two minds and souls.  I am honoured by his grip on reality added to my dreamer perspective.
Here’s the Duet, actually “The Letter”. And I invite you, after reading this post, to follow As Long As I’m Singing, the awesome blog belonging to an even more awesome Soul, Writer and Father: Troy.

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The Letter

Death sat at the edge of the bed, slack-jawed and stone-faced. Well, more stone-faced than usual; as the crumpled piece of paper formed an  impenetrable barrier between It and Its intended cache for this night.
Why had It done it? Why had It read that infernal letter in the first? An effortless matter, this should have been. Just one more soul, ready to be extracted. One more life, simply at its wick’s end.
And yet, this time was different. This time, as Death glowered over this weak and puny, yet oddly contented man, a strange new feeling came. A crawling, warming sensation previously unknown to It. Looking at this creature – this sheet-white man-ape of no previous regard – It felt something akin to what It imagined affection might be described as.
Utterly ridiculous!
Shivering, It dismissed the thought altogether and slowly rose from the bed, in order to do what It should have done in the first. But right before
doing so, It once again did what It shouldn’t have done in the first, and glanced at the letter once more.
That damned letter. With its presence, Death knew that this man-ape with the childish grin, would live on. Well, at least until it was her time to be taken too. Sighing resignedly, It stalked forth from the room, forever more trying to forget the words that It had read:

theletter copy

“My Love,

You have waited for me an eternity
Trying to see me in a million faces
Yet you never could, for it was not the time for us.
Tonight sleep peacefully knowing that the nightmare is over
And that I am on my way to you.
Tomorrow, when you will open your eyes
You will see my eyes mirroring you.
No pain, no chain, not even Death
Will stop me this time.
I thought I saw you millions of times
In millions of lives, my Love.
But every time I lost the illusion
Like a smoke scattered above the frozen waters of my broken heart.
For you were nowhere else but here all the time, waiting for me.
Tomorrow, when you will open your eyes
We will finally start to live.
Let the past die and rise from this tomb of agony
For Tomorrow is here
And I am coming.”

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Ela&Troy, 2013

10 responses

  1. I am honored that you asked, Ela! Thank you =)

    May 20, 2013 at 14:56

    • I am honored that you joined me. Thank You Troy =)

      May 20, 2013 at 14:58

  2. Kir Piccini

    Oh that letter. Life sometimes complicates the heart desires, but I hope that they are together in the hereafter. It was beautiful.

    May 20, 2013 at 15:39

    • 🙂 Thank you so much dear Kir for the kind comment. Yes, they are together in the hereafter.

      May 24, 2013 at 13:41

  3. I’m not sure which one of you brought out what in the other, but this was a teaming up that worked like gangbusters (I’ve no idea where that saying came from but I’ve always loved the visual). I love that ‘tomorrow’ is left up to us to see, that the happily ever after is whatever we wish for them.

    May 20, 2013 at 19:06

    • Thank you so much for this fabulos comment, dear friend. 🙂

      May 24, 2013 at 13:42

  4. Fredrik Kayser

    I love the combination and how you guys wove it together so seemlessly. Gorgeous! 🙂

    May 20, 2013 at 20:12

    • 🙂 Troy is just amazing, the idea belongs to him. 🙂

      May 24, 2013 at 13:43

  5. I found you through this poignant piece of well written treasure. Bread crumbs along the way to guide me here…much exploring to do. Nice to meet you, hugs, pat

    May 24, 2013 at 11:18

    • Thank you very much dear Pat, thank you following my blog and for stopping by to read, I am honored. 🙂

      May 24, 2013 at 12:50

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