Wednesday, 28 March 2012

The Dream Breaker


The Dream Breaker

 by Les Floyd


And again, she summoned him to her dreams.

With hands raised and fingers intertwined, taking the weight of each other on pressed palms, they kissed; behind closed eyes, a swirling euphoria.

“I missed you,” she said, breaking away and looking up. She smiled. Her arms slid tight around his back as she nestled her cheek against his chest.

He held her, placing a kiss on her scalp.

They were on the shore, as dusk settled. The sinking Sun lit mountainous grey clouds in gold and red, and they drifted across the horizon on a canvas of powder blue and swirling pink that faded to indigo overhead, then on to inky darkness and the glitter of starlight behind. It was a skyscape never seen beyond this place.

They walked in the sand, barefoot, as the lazy ocean yawned to and fro, the sigh and thump of gentle waves a slow drum roll in lament to their lost love.

She hadn’t remembered that, yet… but she would, as she always did.

At the edge of the expanse of ocean and heavens, they found a throne of rock, carved from millennia of wind and tides, and there they sat, together. She curled in to him and held him like he were priceless, her head in the nape of his neck, her face turned towards the zenith of a blood red Sun that would never set.

“Do you remember when we first met?” she said, words warmed from the heart.

“I do. You were the most beautiful woman in all the Universe. You still are. I knew from that first moment together that I’d love you for all of my days.”

She hugged him tighter.

“You didn’t believe me when I told you that. You never did,” he said.

“I believe you now.”

The screech and cackle of a flock of seagulls passing high above lifted her eyes to the flickering starlight and, puzzled, she looked again towards the setting Sun.

He whispered in her ear. “Let your mind rest. It’s not important.”

So easily, as it was when she remembered, the tension left her body and she was at peace again. Her thoughts were gone and she drank joy from the vision on the horizon, letting it frame her moment.

He looked down and gazed at the light in her eyes, and smiled for the smile on her face. It was the last time he would see it.

“We can’t see each other again,” he said, as he had to say.

She sat straight and looked at him, locking eyes, biting her lower lip and drawing it into her mouth. For a while, she just stared, watching his face.

“Don’t say that. Why?”

He stood up, lifting her with him, and took her hands again. “Because for all these moments of perfection, they have a far greater magnitude of pain in the other place.”

“I don’t understand. What ‘other place’?”

“Do you remember my funeral?”

She jerked her body away and fixed an intent glare. “No!” she protested, her voice breaking as the fog of confusion began to clear.

“That’s because you didn’t go.”

“What?”

“We hadn’t seen each other for nearly a year. You didn’t want me in your life.”

A sob rose from her chest and she fell into him again, wrapping herself around him.

“I felt guilty,” she said, as she cried.

“It wasn’t your fault. I don’t think anyone could have anticipated what happened. I was as surprised as anyone.”

“But if we’d stayed together; if I’d kept you close, you wouldn’t have been there. You’d have been safe.”

“Or we’d have been there, together.”

“I don’t care. I would have been with you.”

“You didn’t love me, so why do you grieve for me?”

With a sharp exhale, she withdrew and looked at him through tearful eyes. “How can you say that?”

“Every day, you wish me back; you wish I were there, that I’d never gone; that you’d never pushed me away. And every time you dream, I come back to you.”

“Because I love you,” she said.

“And every morning when you open your eyes, the elusive sorrow of that parting claws against all your day, and you destroy yourself, over and over again, mourning a love that never lived.”

“But I loved you!” she insisted.

Loved… emphasis on…” he said, and they fell silent for a while.

“If I had lived until I were eighty,” he supposed, “you’d never have seen me again and I’d have barely crossed your mind, except when you were walking up the vegetable aisle of a supermarket.”

A brief smile lit her sadness.

“I was just someone from your past; someone you cared about but didn’t love, and, like the others, I would have dwelled in vague and dusty memory. But when you heard what happened, you let it crush you. You tried to bring me back and held those memories so tightly that they became as dense as diamonds, cutting your hands as you clenched them.”

“You’re alive, with me, now – here and now,” she said. “Isn’t that where you always told me was the most important place to be?”

“You are in love with your memories, not me. If I'd have lived, you’d have held on to all the things that made you push me away. It’s time to let them all go; to forget me.”

She balled her fists and softly pounded at his chest, tears dripping down her face again. “I don’t want to let you go. I don’t want to forget you.”

“But you must…”

“Why?” she cried. “Why must I? Why do you keep coming back to me if you’re not in love with me? Why would you end this for us?”

“Because I love you. I loved you to my dying day. In my dying breath I called for you… and then on, here, eternal, I love you… and this agony has to end.”

In her grief, the stars twisted in the sky and fell like jewels, slapping the sand as an angry wave thumped and rushed the shoreline, spray whipped up from a following squall.

Putting his hands on her shoulders and looking at her one last time, he said, “Wake up.”

Resigned, she closed her eyes and held him.

A great wave swept in, impossibly high and fierce, and under its pounding weight the dream was broken.

And so she awoke, compelled to rise from her bed and, without knowing what, she sensed that something was different – something good.

She had no memory of the flash in his blue eyes, his grin, the smell of him, the timbre in his voice, the sound of his laughter, the warmth and protection she once felt from his arms, and she breathed deeply and smiled, standing at her bedroom window, gazing out over the patchwork fields, bathed in joy from the early morning Sunlight.

He was gone. The path they once walked had been brushed away, to be forgotten, almost forever, until the moment that all trails converge.

Peace bubbled up from the unblocked spring inside her.

It was a new day and true love approached.


The End

54 comments:

  1. Beautiful , Les.

    A touching piece that resonates a strong message - live for the 'now,' not for the past, and don't look back except to learn a lesson.

    I am so incredibly proud to have you as a friend,

    eden
    xoxox

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    1. Thank you, Eden! I am incredibly proud to have you as a friend, too! :-) xoxox

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  2. What a lovely, thoughtful story. I really enjoyed reading it.

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  3. Hauntingly beautiful story, Les. Such a meaningful message!

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  4. That's terrific! Made doubly so by the excellent choice of picture at the top - I saw that in my head all the time I was reading it

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    1. I found it after I'd written the story, Terry. It seemed perfect, yeah. Thank you! :-)

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    2. Thank you, I truly enjoyed this short story. It is an example of how powerful our minds are. It can take us to places where, obviously, love was conjured up but to her it was a 'happy' place. Nicely written Les. If you do a collection, please let me know.

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    3. Thank you so much for making your stories available again. I was disappointed when you left for awhile. Glad you are back. I love 'The Dream Breaker.'

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  5. This is a lovely story — more shown than told. Exquisite scenes forming a whole. The content of a novel condensed within a few paragraphs. Is this to be a story for a Lesism anthology?

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    1. I guess I should get a collection together. Thank you, Gladys! :-) x

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  6. Beautiful, beautiful story! Heart-breaking...but beautiful. Thank-you for sharing. :)

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    1. Thank you so much for reading it! I'm really pleased you enjoyed it. :-)

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  7. wow that resonated so strongly with a current situation in my life. thank you for such clarity, I've been asking for a strong message to help me move forward and there it is.

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    1. Just when you need it? Hehe. I hope things improve. :-)

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  8. Beautifully written, my respect you have. written words speak far louder than the spoken word, and live a lot longer xxx

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    1. Thank you, Janette. That's lovely of you. :-)

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  9. Wonderful piece. I feel the spirit of Khalil Gibran in the sense that the prose is all poetry. All heart.

    Thanks.

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  10. Delicious setting descriptions and a wonderful little tug on the heart strings to go with it.

    I particularly liked the ocean 'yawning'. :-)

    Lily

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  11. This is beautiful and inspiring writing. It gripped me from the outset. Just wonderful. Thanks for sharing your amazing talent.

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    1. Thank you so much for reading, Claire! :-)

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  12. Thank you for sharing your eloquent story. The power of your spirit reaches deep in the heart of the reader. You brought tears to my eyes. Yes, this definitely belongs in a collection of your stories. Beautiful.

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  13. Really lovely stuff, thank you for following me on twitter. It's good to read someone else's.
    Amanda aka The Cava Queen

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  14. This story is absolutely beautiful. You capture what the heart sings and feels. Would like to see others you have done. -- Joyce

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  15. wow- this is SO MUCH like my book, In Dreams! Minus the message of holding onto things that were no longer true feelings... but the rest. wow!

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  16. Such beauty, heart wrenching, truth, reality in fantasy..only in our dreams does the impossible and, sometimes, most feared occur. Your words speak, ferociously to me and my nearly identical situation..Love still breathes between the two, yet denied due to distance, time & money..material, fleeting things that should never harm nor sway love. Thank you lovely poet..you are amazing...xoxT

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  17. That was one of the most beautiful and truthful pieced I have ever read. than you for the honour of sharing it with us all. Deeply felt and understood in my heart and soul.

    Thank you Les, Susan

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  18. This is a very real message encased in a touching story. Thank you for sharing; I enjoyed reading it.

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  19. Wow Les that was very beautiful. Your truly a great writer :-)

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  20. Les, Heartbreakingly beautiful. You sent me on the waves, put my head in the nape of his neck. I was there, have been there. Thank you for sharing your magic.

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  21. You are a gifted writer. I could see the whole story as I read.

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  22. That was just amazing. I felt every word and emotion. I read with bated breath almost frightened of the outcome. Real feelings. Real life. Brilliant x

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  23. However overused the word is, 'beautiful' is what this is. It brought tears to my eyes.
    I hope one day to have a love I can whisper on my death bed. Hopefully it'll be requited.
    You are a talent, Les.

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  24. Loved this so much. The language and images just touched my heart.

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  25. Very evocative..could almost touch her grief and her lightness at the end. Nicely put together Les. Look forward to reading more.

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  26. Your story left me in tears. The pain of not knowing what you have forgotten is enough to go through life pretending you are happy, if only to make others believe it is all over, if only to make things easier. I cant help but wonder where your inspiration came from but I wont pry. Thank you for that wondeful tale.

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  27. Wow! Thank you for such a soulful, heartfelt piece of writing! Completely enthralled in the love & lost felt emotions captured in the descriptions. Very captivating with underlining message. Love it!

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  28. A breathtaking reminder that our minds play tricks with sentimentality. I really liked it, Les. You are one of my favorite people that I've met online, and I know that one day we'll connect in person. Until then, I send you wishes for a beautiful life.

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  29. Les- you are so talented with how you weave your words. This story touched me deeply and made me think of how hard it has been for me personally, to say goodbye to those I've lost. I dream about my mom, dad and brother on a regular basis and there are times when I know we are really together.
    I am such a fan of your great writing.

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  30. Brava-Brava!!! That was the most intriguing beautifully written tale I have read this nite and I want to Thank You!

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  31. Wish my Ex Boyfriend could read this. It tugs at the strings of my heart, rips me and shreads me, bringing wounds to the open so they can heal properly

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  32. Beautiful piece. Thank you for sharing it.

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  33. So beautiful. Tears.

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  34. Beautiful piece and what a great message. Thank you for sharing.

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  35. Musically rhythmic and delicately sensitive. I was transported to another consciousness. Touching.....

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  36. So beautifully written! The imagery is exquisite!

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  37. Thank you for sharing this Les, writing is solace for the soul.

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  38. Amazing story, very well-written, truly though-provking. Thanks for the good read!

    Becky

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  39. I love this story and was sad when you left for awhile and I couldn't find it to read it again. I am so glad you are back with more for us to read.

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  40. How apt that I should read this now. Beautiful story, brought tears to my eyes.

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