It’s starts with a vague echo of a recollection, before transforming into a second’s memory of you and I – strong, powerful, before being swept away by forgetfulness, but a shadow of it persists, and then I sense your presence and picture us in lucidity: gentle at first, like the time we first kissed like shy teenagers, or strolled in the park, holding hands consumed by a slight wanderlust, but my passion and depth grows louder, and I think of the first time we made love – a slow building of ecstasy before that wondrous apex of experience that kept us suspended outside space and time; reaching for nothing because we found it in each other, and then the float and melody and gentle caresses, which transfigured into something more primal: a clasping, clawing and a never letting go, before an, “I love you,” said intensely, and then with a whisper and a moment’s silence. Now, I’m lost in a hazy reverie and a slight sadness again, because nothing lasts forever does it darling? And that very thought sends this harsh burst of pain that pierces my heart, but my tears are dry, and so that sadness lessens and I’m growing emptier within, trying my best to cling to sorrow, and then I feel a hint of it again, before I fade to black.
Inspired by Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy
© Nitin Lalit Murali (2018)