The Silent Longing

04^th Jan, 2010

Silence…

All of the sounds have died out leaving behind the freedom of silence. It’s as if the time itself has stopped. I’m sitting motionless on the bed made of memories; the first bed I have ever had. Each time I crawl inside of it under the sanctuary of the night I smell the same, familiar fragrance which entices the smile out of my lips as some kind of welcoming.

One golden ray quietly lurks through the roof window stretching my lips into a wide smile. I sink into the bed and close my eyes. In my mind I see his warm eyes, soft hair, gentle hands and luscious lips. That tingling, intimate feeling travels through my body like a warm elixir.

I tremble…

The silence is still here.