Deep down the earth, deep where the light of a life was gone with bodies were abandoned by their own souls, deep where all was dust & the smell of death is left instead, the land of killing silence there it was, where they were the only beam of light you might say, counting years over years, standing still, buried underneath, alive somewhere, like a forgotten old pages of history already passed, filled with secrets and stories not all of them were told, hidden deep in years, within this old soul.
For each inch down there they will tell you a story, a love story, death one, kingdoms rise & others fade, a white knight sacrifice, a devil rider conquering people dreams, terrifying them, then dies a forgotten unforgiven soul.
Despite that fact, that they buried beyond any suns, and that they never saw a full moon, they keep hearing about these stories, these fantasies of a lighting ball of warm rays & that other circle that makes everything possible for dreaming souls, the magic of that twinkling light reflecting from these black blue eyes with their fancy smiles, stars that led their way to the place where everyone found peace … they knew the wind, they saw themselves dancing along, they heard these far melodies, these desperate laugh & prayers of hope.
They saw that child, sitting day after day beside, contemplates, smiling with the wind scattering his black long curly hair over his blue fixed eyes, he appeared so tiny beside her, he felt her greatness, he ran his eyes through her green and her browns, he was trying to hear that voice he heard the day before, he waited for it too long but yet never got frustrated … he knew she would speak to him again & this time he will hear all these stories & fantasies, he will be trembled by these legends.
Every night he would follow that glowing star calling his name in matter of faith guiding him to her place, he loved the way she danced with the wind, he loved the way she reflected the moon light, he loved the scent of her blooming elites, he always believed as his grandfather always told him, “Things all are one, they connect & feel each other, they would react to each others' thoughts”. he smiled again closing his eyes, he approached her, he stretched his little arm to her, she smiled in her silence, she knew what he wanted that day and every night he came trying, he wanted to hear her stories, he wanted to know what every inch buried in there held, he wanted to feel her greatness and glimpse her wisdom, he wanted all of this echoing loudly in his mind reaching his deep soul, he knew about her secret …
That thin smooth air kept blowing his curly black hair, when all of a sudden everything started to glow, these green lights turning green blue, with a yellow energy shield all down to the earth, they finally reached to the inter-world, from where everything once came originally, where the souls of dead and sleepers gathered, he felt these energy impulses running through his little arm, glowing in white it was, till finally he opened his eyes, you would never see a pure blue ever in other fantasy, his hair as if it was caught in an electricity field; flying away from his eyes, moving slowly as if he was drowning.
His eyes were wide open, his feet were lift from the ground, for a while he became weightless, his skin sparkled with these white halos around, as stars in artificial sky, bending his head seeing these pictures projected from these greens into his sky, pictures he desired for so long, images of the elders, the good spirits once came by her, the devil walked around being cursed for hundred times, he saw cities of dark and others of a million suns, he saw some falling with their dreams and others rising upon the wreckage, lasting for hundreds and hundreds of years then fall once again into oblivion, he saw a man and a woman, they spoke of a weird language, she told him it was love, for endless time, they thought they owned it, and years later, standing lonely, with nothing but abounded memories left to torture him for his every last breath.
Night and day, spring and autumn, reviving once more, with new memories and fantasizing stories, and men once left earth & never came back, and the hate that once was close to end every beat and curse every soul, he was in his magic factory where his dreams & future connected with the past now, he smiled again … “she is alive” he said.