In Dawn's Embrace

[Iesu]

In Dawn's Embrace


The mornings drew in silently against the backdrop of a cold winter's day; a silence that rang like a heavy bell atop a cathedral tower, maddening echoes that filled the landscape with unease. Soft winds echoed the silent remorse, the sheer whispers spoke of a promise, more of a condition; words could not begin to fathom the secrets that hearts of men held, moreso of mortality. The silent hew of gold against the brightening blue created a crest, a crown atop the mountainous hills, a cloak of sorts that hugged the horizon as a mother would to a sleeping babe. The winds did more than to accent this crescendo of morning's ascent to what seemed to be another purpose, a carpet carrying the hue of morning pale crimson and sunlocks.

A figure, angelic, alluring, shadowed against the skies, pale wings seemed to command the winds to silence themselves, flowing with grace in her heaven's descent, silken garments of a white haze danced slowly with her wings. Her motion, her flight, moved her closer to the silent earth, atop a forlorn hill of green with a reclusive tree that stood high and mighty, waving its arms with the wind's soft song, a greeting to the descent of the divine.

Perharps more solitary than the mound of earth and the mighty tree, a youth stood in silence, mimicking the morning's call; a dreary silence accented by the heavy breath of smoke from his lips, tendrils that grasped upon the hair, reaching out to the heaven's in a deadly scream only to find no compassion from the breeze.

The motion of divinity, the angelic figure slowly gained her foothold upon the hill, eyes of piercing crimson reflected the dawn's smile, her lips forcing themselves to curl upon its edge with her steps towards the silent youth. He only stood in thought, a stick of white remaining between his lips, gray fingers escaping from its lit end, hoping to touch the skies before they dissipate into nothingness. She moved closer, padded steps with barely a sound pounded against his brain, her lips parted slightly without even a word while her motion moved her just behind him.

The youth's expression sorrowed with her final step, ashes from the embers upon smoke between his lips fell dull upon the floors, not a flutter but simply a drop. He drew in a deep breath, his eyes moving to a close, a furrow deepening upon his brow, a conflict within himself to turn and meet his heart's fondest wish or simply to stare off into the distance and leave the impossible be.

She took a step closer, pushing herself even more to smile, barely holding back the tears that had welled upon the edge of her eyes, accenting even more the reflection of light from the passing morn. Her hand held up, too slow in a way that something had held her down, the task of merely touching him had proven to be the most difficult.

But she was here, the whispering winds picked up once again, the voice echoing within his mind and though he attempted to hold it back, to let it go, clenched fists upon his side told him of the dilemma, were the task too difficult for him to abate such thought or were it simply to important to him that he could not simply leave.

He was done finding out the 'why' that held up her smile, a smile he barely had the strength to glance upon let alone a sincere gaze. Turning to her, responding to her, holding her in his arms now would mean a certainty of eternity's evil game to be cursed upon him. On the other side of the spectrum, leaving this be, taking what's left of a broken heart and never to know of her again would be a suffering that turns mortal men to madness.

Tears of a broken heart forced itself from his eyes, a breath of smoke forced its way out, whispers falling to silence, speaking no more upon the sorrowed man's bind, his mind left in silence to think. But when man starts to think, man loses all sense of reality and simply begins to speak half untruth. The part of him that wishes to be with her, that bears whatever piece is left of a shattered heart wished for her begins to speak of truth, a clarity few times in the world of man ever come to fruition; the part of him that speaks to leave it all behind, the finally release himself from the torment of eternity starts to speak in tongues, forming riddles in his frustration.

The confusion moved over the angelic figure, he unsteady form quivering all the more with tears that rushed from her eyes. A selfish ploy, she knew, to have him suffer incessantly and yet her affection could not be silenced. Emotions that embraced the two had shouted even louder to the heavens, a cry to whoever might hear, a voice that spoke of confusion.

His eyes moved to close all the more, fighting the conflict in thought, his teeth gritted in the raving voices that had gained footing upon his mind, his thoughts clouded by such machinations.

The moment passed and silence ruled once again.

His thoughts had already given up, stratagem from his mind hiding away, cowering in fear of the irrationale, the firm determination, the desperation of what he was about to accomplish. He turned in a quick motion, his lips parting with the stick of white fall limply, plainly upon the grassy carpet, eyes forcing themselves to open with and arm that moved around her waist, pulling her closer to him, free arm moving upon her head, fingers wrapped around the soft silken of her hair. She had wished it, her answer with her head resting comfortably against his shoulder, spoken in wordless voices that blurted that it was the right place for her.

In each others arms, only a single thought ran across his mind, only that eternity was not that long.