â€œIn every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes alongâ€
And So It Goes- Billy Joel
My seventies girl once told me that she thought that most of my music sucked. I laughed and said seventies girl sucks too. She tossed her hair back, smiled and turned towards the sea.
We sat in silence and watched the waves roll in and out. As we sat there, our fingers intertwined I felt our souls smile and let my mind wander where it would.
Water gives life. It also takes it away. Wind and waves. I told her once that I could see how the ocean could become my mistress. The sounds of the sea called out to me and touched the wanderlust within. She took her hand and turned my face towards her and stared into my eyes.
I knew her thoughts before she spoke them and promised to take her wherever it was I went. â€œYou are the song of my heart and what happens to you happens to me.â€ A soft kiss graced my lips and we sat again in silence.
We who had never known such happiness never knew that one day we would know such sorrow. It had seemed impossible that two people could meet under such circumstances as we did and not end up together. Signs and symbols serenaded our souls healing the scars of the past and opening up opportunities of the future.
Her presence made me stand a little bit taller and made my muscles a little bit stronger. In turn I taught her to relax and let another carry the load. Her burden didnâ€™t have to be borne alone and when she finally let go I carried her effortlessly.
We were partners. We were friends. We were lovers. It is hard to write these words, â€˜we wereâ€ when my heart says that they should read â€œwe are.
Sometimes I head to the beach again and think of the days when we sailed together. The sounds of the sea call out to me and I think of that day when I spoke of my mistress the sea and wonder if perhaps the time has come to set sail again.
I stand alone on the beach and watch the waves roll towards the shore. I wonder about what lies beneath the surface and absentmindedly turn towards you but you are not there. A wistful smile works its way across my face.
Had you been there I would have mentioned the tsunami and how incredible the power of the ocean is. I would have talked about the secrets that it keeps and how amazing it is that one moment the sea can be calm and the next it is raging.
Water gives life. It also takes it away. Wind and waves.
The contradiction of the water as deliverer of life and death would have made for a great conversation. It fit us, this contradiction. We who â€œwereâ€ or perhaps one day â€œwill be.â€
â€œSo I would choose to be with you
That’s if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to breakâ€
This was written based upon a prompt from The Red Dress Club
Water gives life. It also takes it away.
Write a short piece – fiction or non-fiction – inspired by one or both of these statements.
Word maximum is 600.