I loved Her Beyond Heaven

Chapter 1 :The First Light

They say the soul is born twice
once into life, and once into love.
My soul was born on the day I saw her.
Silence had covered the world that morning. Silence such as breathlessness not even the wind dared to move.
Then. I saw her. Standing where horizon meets earth, light spilling from her like a shining secret, impossible to hide.
I smiled, and forgot how to breathe.
Her eyesoh God, her eyes were not just light; they were a memory.
All the sunrises I yearned f or, all the warmth I begged the heavens for, resided in them.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Who sows flowers on the grounds of sorrow?" she answered.
And when she talked, the dying blooms at my feet trembled then they bloomed.
That was the first miracle.
Days became dreams, and dreams became worship.
I lived but to see her glow. When she smiled, my life was a world of gold. When she cried, heaven dropped fire.
I would have willingly been reduced to ashes just to be able to warm her.
For the sun, howeverit does not belong to a single sky.
And I was only a man.
It was during twilight, when reddish hushes spread the garden, that I asked her,
"Will you stay?"
She looked at me with sorrowful and pitiful eyes.
"Will you cage the dawn?" she breathe d.
Before I could answer, the light died.
Her warmth escaped from between my fingers, and the air grew cold.
She was not there.
I searched for her in the daylight first, but she did not shine again.
Then I searched for her in the night in the dark cor ners where hurt lives.
I found only the scent of her in the embers.
The garden began to wither. Roses sagged, earth cracked, and my name was said on the wind as if in
contempt. I shouted at the heavens ,I blameshed hell, but there was no answer.
So I did what I could do
I knelt amidst the wreckage and dug with my fingers in the dirt for the last remnants of it.
And there it was
A tiny, trembling flower, red as blood and soft as sorrow.

It opened where my tears had fallen.
It drank in my sorrow, and bloomed withmy pain.
And when the sun at last burst through, it was not her
but the warmth of her light shining through that red blossom.
Then I knew.
Paradise was not lost. It had just changed color.