In the Heat of the Night

The hunter, gazing through emerald eyes into the depth of the night. The darkness of this envelope surrounding him, letting a slight fear run up his spine.

The fear of departure, void, nothingness, vacant or abandoned night..the night of patience and of waiting.

A large moon, spreading its rays along the dark foliage of the wood, the darkness, the imbeded fear of disappearance, vanishing into the ether… Where is she ??

Jasmine, yes Jasmine that maiden who promised me 12 moons ago for a flower..me Alex the Moor..the conqueror..the black horse of the shores.. ” wait for me..just count 12 full moons, and I will be yours”

Twelve moons..each one carring a memory of a tide, a rise and fall passed by. Twelve moons of hope and death, of peace and war, of love and hate..all passed by.

Twelve moons of labour, of sweat, swords, deserts and plains .. and alas the time has come.

Silence .. that killer, the suspense hanging in the humid air, minutes dragging minutes..each 60 seconds stretching across a lifetime.. one lifetime falling for another..the fall of giants.

Silence, a face of death.. the end .. the stars are departing .. the pain is rising ..the sword is shining ..and no Jasmine ..where are you ..where

A twig breaks ..hope..hope..Pandora is alive

66 beats a minute … 66 beats waiting for her.. for her dark hair, blue eyes, red lips..the mole on her neck..the whisper of her mouth ..66 beats away … The blood is pumping ..her name is everywhere ..on the sky, among stars, in stardust.. infinite as they are.

The blade is in his back …a child ..with blonde ringlets ..dark dress..and a letter

Dear love,

I am sorry, I am getting married tonight …. I love you

                                         Jasmine

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2 thoughts on “In the Heat of the Night

  1. Noor says:

    Jasmine, the cruel lover. Or is it her circumstances? Does Aladdin go to her rescue…damsel in distress…relieving her from an eternity imposed on her or is he too shocked to call upon his magical carpet to fly over?

    I loved this: Silence .. that killer, the suspense hanging in the humid air, minutes dragging minutes..each 60 seconds stretching across a lifetime.. one lifetime falling for another..the fall of giants.

    • observationofalostsoul says:

      @noor thanks … Jasmine is just a human being who uttered a word and thought it would be taken lightly by a lover.

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