Light house

The chill cast from the sand that sifted between her toes was no match for the burn of his blistering words. The bite from their beef that day left a bitter aftertaste. Stomach dropping snubs over something so inane left her reeling in pain.. Her vision blurred as she fought back her tears but that battle she lost and they poured from her fire eyes in cresting waves down her cheeks. Those green eyes she harbored were as vast as the ocean. They were deep and held secrets but betrayed her every emotion. Their color ranged from charcoal gray to emerald green depending on the weather of her heart’s temperament. As fast as they flared however, the cool calm could set in if she changed her mind. She thought of his grin. Her smile broke out as she gazed on the horizon. She remembered how he would drown in her eyes, swimming for miles, hopeless as a wayward seaman chasing his mirage. Happiness was a warm night by his side drifting to the sounds that he summoned to heal. Sonic bliss was what she called it when he strummed his guitar. Many moons of midnights, he would sing and softly serenade her as she slept. Then there were months of sun drenched skin and freckles for days that were spent bonding together, beachside and riding waves. She knew he was close to pioneering tunes and paving new ways for future generations of kids who lived for music and loved to play. He had talent. He had turmoil. Together they could make art. Their love was art. Limbs remained twisted like a pretzel while their hearts mended and melted together, solidifying a love that could have stood the test of time. A love that was so rare, it was certainly sublime. One might suggest such love that profound would just be wasted on the youth. They had their youth but not much else. That love gave them power. Power can attract many things, but more often than not, power pairs well with abuse. That love changed their directions and ultimately severed many paths. It was real. It was hot. It was hard. To the two, it was as essential as breath is to life. Changing and growing and breaking and destroying, that love cemented itself into their stories and never left. She knew it was special and worth the fight. So she began to make her way back to their home. Unaware of the lurking shadow that had selected her as pray, she shuffled slowly home, lost in feeling freshly injured from their day. Shivering with goose bumps that prickled her like a pear, her teeth chattered. She hastened her stride when the howling wind began to whip through her hair. The day was done and it was time to forget. Tomorrow would come and they would easily forgive. So close to a home and that love and regret. Green eyes saw white. White sand washed away crimson red. Red heart beats like a distant drum fade.

The screeching steel sliding, piercing the thick air. Clamorous locks crescendo, blasting louder than thunder, clamped down in staccato claps on iron bars that shutter. Sharp pops into clatter and clank, strikes of lightening shock heart beats. Swelling hoots and hollers that bellow dark harmonies are textured by the slurs of profanities. Haunting wails swish through hollow halls and desperate cries of vengeance stress through the old walls. These were the sounds of the symphony that taunted him at night. Knotted muscles ached and bones cracked from the tissue paper mat that laid lamely upon the harden cement, a prolific destroyer of backs. Sleep was a foreign concept. His nightmares left scars on his soul. A soul that was already shattered from that night that extinguished the green light. He can still see the luminous emerald green light, shining from her eyes, from that day time stopped, when he first caught her eye. He could never forget how emanating and wondrous it felt, as if it washed his soul clean. Life as they knew it ended when he dove in that sea of green. He can still smell the gardenias wafting gently from her platinum silk strands and taste the mint of her gum from when they locked lips back then. When he is feeling generous, he allows himself a vision and recalls her enormous bright smile. Then like an eclipse of the sun, tragedy returns home, and he turns on his side, desperately praying to forget about her for a while. Life repeats in cycles and his surely did. Karma took his soul and tore it into shreds. He can still taste her blood mixed in with his tears. The ocean was his alibi and she would not testify. No amending his arrears. Two lives, intrinsic in design, sealed their fates one summer and transformed, united for all time. But Karma, this time, was ruthless. Lessons must be learned. The enchantment was a double edge sword. A love for the ages, with powers to heal, was the ultimate con artist, vying for both their lives to steal. He knows the next time he hears silence, the white light will return him to her green.