Showing posts with label Daydreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daydreams. Show all posts

Friday, April 9, 2010

You are the strength that keeps me walking...

I can imagine your wedding.
It's beautiful, so don't be worried about the details.
Perhaps it is raining outside, or it is too hot, or the cake has been squished, or your Aunt Beatrice has been sniveling all day.

But it doesn't matter.
You stand there, fidgeting and bouncing and pacing. Not because you are unsure about your decision or because your feet are chilled but simply because you cannot wait to see her. Fairly literally.
I can feel the nervous excitement pouring out of you from metres away and so, obviously I go to you. Your best biological sister and I (best un-biological sister, queen of my own category :D) make you stand still. I hold you by your shoulders and look into your eyes and make you repeat after me that 'she'll be here soon, and it will be perfect and the waiting will be over soon'. And perhaps the energy flow slows a little, but not very much.

Someone nods at someone and they gesture to somebody else, who hands you your guitar and whispers 'go!' 
Somehow you quell your shaking hands and begin to play, to play and sing the song straight from your heart to hers, as she waits in the wings, desperate to be with you. And you sing, bridesmaids first, and they are all lovely but you don't notice.

Then, suddenly, there she is.
Radiant.
Purely radiant, and so are you.

A bit lip turns into the widest smile I have ever seen and the closer she gets, the more content the two of you seem.

The pastor says a bit, and then it is my turn, to read a bible verse that the two of you chose.
It is an incredibly beautiful sight and an unbelievable privilege just to have a part in this, and I am overwhelmed. I start to cry as I finish, unashamed of running eye makeup because this is simply too beautiful for anything but tears.

You recite the vows that you yourselves have written, exchange rings with a shiver of excitement and then kiss as though the world was ending, but forever was starting, as though stars were falling all around you and being born out of the rich, dark earth as you stand in the twilight as one.




I can see your wedding.

And I can see it and genuinely be happy about it. There is no part of me left that would change that, no part of me that wants that, none of that left in my heart. All of that misdirected affection has been re-channeled to God and then back to you, so that now I can call you brother and not wish to ever have anymore than that.

This is incredible, and earth tiltingly beautiful.
Even more so, is the fact that I can see your wedding and see myself single at your wedding, and this doesn't matter either.

You are more beautiful than anyone ever, every day you're the same, you never change, no never. You're all I need forever, because there is no one like you. How could you be so good?


Monday, March 29, 2010

Time was lost up in a cloud, in a whirl

Reaching for breaking point.
It's hardly pretty up there on my shelf,
but it couldn't be worse than
keeping this all inside myself


I'm so nearly gonna snap.
Don't get me wrong, right at this particular second I'm fine. But seriously, double english on wednesday?
Someone is going to die.
I will reach into my bag for the pre-prepared petrol soaked book for my individual study. I will hand it to you to look at, getting the petrol on your hands. You will attempt to wipe this off onto your clothing, increasing your flammability. You will then reach for my modified version of your favourite object, the air conditioning unit remote. Upon attempting to turn it on, it will spit out flames, catching your clothes on fire. As you reach for your face in an expression of horror, your entire body will go up in smoke and the whole class will calmly get up and walk out of the classroom. Ready to either never speak of it again, or collaborate its reliability as an accident.

Too detailed?
Have I thought this through too much?
How will I get the air conditioner to spew flames at the right time?
How will I hand you the book without getting petrol on myself also?
How will I afford the petrol?


No.
No.
I'll figure it out.
I'll figure it out.
You underestimate the willingness of students to 'pitch in' on events like this.


Also, Dearest father. I know you are reading this, and I am not actually going to do this.
I'm just going to get through my double lesson on wednesday imagining it. Trust me, if you had to spend 100 minutes with this ridiculous excuse for a condescending illogical english teacher, you'd figure out how to make air conditioners spew fire too.

Possible blog code names for this teacher?
I'm open to suggestions :)