Still asleep, covered with warm woolen blanket, I dream. Comfortable as it seems but unknowingly flooded. I hardly can see for everywhere is blur that surrounds me. I feel this pain stabbing me. Who do I see? Who do I see? Nothing! I see nothing. But I feel them. Blood dripping down my skin, coming out my flesh, draining down my soul and air so unseen, I couldn’t reach. I felt the ground, very cold it is. I tried grasping it figuring out where I am. It was solid and white. I reckoned they were marbles. As I opened my eyes wide, I saw this bright light from afar. But it gets farther, farther and farther until I could barely see it, it was gone. I felt terrified. Using the strength left in me, I tried standing up. I stood. My wounds are gone. No sign of tormented body showed my eyes. I’m renewed. I ran. Running on endless marbles, I could already see clearly the details of each tile. They were beautiful. I stopped and desired to feel the ground again. I felt like I’m lying on clear water. It was like floating at darkness on blank wide space visible in the dark. I heard a voice. I stood and focused where it’s coming from. I saw this image, a maiden standing not too far from me. Her voice calls my name, over and over again, again and again. I couldn’t recognize her. I thought that I know her for she knows me. As I blinked my eyes to clear my sight, I saw trees, I saw clouds, mountains, flowers, all around a wide plain of green grass that now was where I am. Darkness was gone. Her, she’s right next to me on her knees. Dressed up like an angel, a face like an angel, of a voice so fine that calls my name like an angel. Very astonishing she is. She held my face and blew the strands of hair covering me. She looked at me like she was reading every detail of who I am. She smiled and walked away. I stood at once and followed her, but she was too far now. I felt weak seeing her gone. I closed my eyes trying to recall everything about her. She is so beautiful, so beautiful and someone to long for. As I opened my eyes, I am awake. Dawn was breaking by then. I quit my bed and proceeded outside to feel the morning breeze and to eye the morning sky. It was pure bliss that embraced me that life is being bestowed. As I looked around, I all of a sudden felt lacking something. It was someone. Someone that had became a piece of me. It was her, she that had appeared in my dream that showed me affection and revived me from solitude. She that made me feel loved and to love. She is a vision, an astounding one. Destiny. Every now and then, that dream of mine became a quest. Every time I surrender down my body to sleep, I pray that she would show up again and continue the journey in that paradise I once saw. Now, the dream was gone, for it is now real. The quest was over. For at last I already found her. The only question now is, will she remember me? Every time I see her I feel complete and renewed just like in that dream. I hope she’ll remember. I hope she’ll like me, just as she held me there in that paradise I ever sought. I hope you will, for she was you.
A Love Letter; February 19, 2003, Wednesday