Temporize

“Don’t go. Please”, he pleaded from the shadows. The grass, dew stained, was cool beneath his bare feet.

She returns a soothing hush to demur his prayers.

On the cliff she stood, facing the sea, facing the light fantastic. Slowly, lovingly, the morning light creeps over the verdant green meeting the half-light in a kiss and beneath, the green a sudden flash of black. In the silence you could almost hear their newborn cries as they shot out of earths womb.

“Not this morn, it’s too soon! Tomorrow! Another day!”

“No Trey. It cannot wait. To temporize is to carry the burden of a living death for far too long”

She wouldn’t look at him, wouldn’t turn back. Just stared forward as the light consumed her. Trey collapsed. On his knees he watched as the light played on her hair, a shimmering aura, a crown. Sadness replaced by wonder. Weight giving way to light.

The anacrusis. The crescendo of a sonata, the swelling fermata. The music of life encapsulated in a moment.

Trey fell face down, prostrated. An unbearable lightness. An indistinct sound and then the inexplicable scent of sugar and spice in the air.