She and He

November 24, 2011
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Dressed in white on a warm spring afternoon, Just she and he dance among the soft wheaten fields and the warm summer breeze.

A calm comes over the, just she and he, as the sunset enters the horizon and they they lay to watch the beautiful gols, ambers, and scarlets revolve around the fading sun.

As the sunset leaves the stage, the pearl-colored moon takes dominance in the eyes of she and he, aligning itself among the myriad of twinkling, diamond stars.

The countryside glistens with the ever-bright glow as the crickets chime and the creatures of the night sing their song to she and he.

Ecstasy reigns over their souls, as their eyes close in on the beautiful sights, ever more intricate with each glance.

These are the days he remembers of she and he, when the sunset came not with sadness but with joy.

His soul longed for those nights when she could point out every detail; every shooting star in the night sky.

A gray, old man he was now, He always longed for her touch. She danced among the sparkling stars. Her presence in the sky made the stars twinkle still.

Those afternoons in the breeze flooded his mind as he lay down in the now barren fields where she always used to lie.

The bitter cold could not contend with the warm peace that filled his heart as he remembered her silky smooth voice singing of the wonders above.

As the moon took its throne above the dark earth, shedding light through the trees around, when the last fleck of color left his sight, he drifted toward the light of the moon, where she held out her hand.

He gave his one last breath to the cold, stale air, and floated to the sky where she danced while she waited.

She and He were united once again, never to miss another spring afternoon.

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boundlesswildflower said...
Nov. 28, 2013 at 4:58 pm
I completely agree with Lexy!! This is such a great piece and I absolutely love it. The imagery and metaphors were amazing so was the entire mood. I look forward to your upcoming writings (please write some more poems!) :)
boundlesswildflower replied...
Nov. 28, 2013 at 4:59 pm
Sorry just one quick thing to add. Are the bitter cold and moon a symbol for something? I really loved these metaphors. :)
thomakab14 replied...
Nov. 28, 2013 at 5:04 pm
To be completely honest, It's been so long I don't remember. Bitter cold just emphasizes the loss of warmth and his wife. The moon was just an aspect of the scene. I guess the moon could act as a portal or 'guiding light' to to 'he' so he could link with 'she' once again. Thanks for your reply :) -Kaleb
SceneGirl said...
Nov. 27, 2013 at 11:54 pm
This made me tear up a bit honestly. It's definitley touches the heart. I love it. such passion was put to good use(:: Marvelous job man.
thomakab14 replied...
Dec. 4, 2013 at 3:23 pm
Thank you so much! I appreciate that!
411Ellie This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 27, 2013 at 6:18 pm
Absolutely perfect! Don't change a thing! Keep on writing! ~Lexy
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