The sky exploded red that evening
as the sun descended on the valley
and in the silhouette
I remember
the oil lamp lit up by her door
With cold winds and tired legs
I made it up the stony trail
and through the fatigue
I remember
her little hut puffing chimney smoke
A simple meal to fill me,
a fire to remedy the frost
and in the light of the flame
I remember
her eyes adorned with a desolate shine
Night fell soon after
stars danced in the naked sky
and as the moonlight kissed the peaks
I remember
her warm hands subtly grasping mine
On the morrow
we said our farewells
but as I started my descent
I remember
a sudden pang of insoluble woe
and I rushed back
the path of green and stone
with all the nerve I could muster
I remember
leaving a letter in a makeshift envelope
As often as I was entitled
I found myself back in the lone hamlet
as if to keep an unspoken vow, every time
I remember
her eyes of sadness, her smile of greeting
until the day we broke tradition
for there was no familiar face
where the trail ended
I remember
the cruel north wind cutting me open
A decade since,
of prayers to false gods in prodigal shrines
and with eyes shut
I remember
her hair billowing before the winter snow
In the monotony of city lights,
of skyscrapers and street neons
rising cigarette smoke up in the sky
I remember
the dance of the stars, the warmth of her hold
--
Every time
I dare go up the hill since
and gaze at the empty summit,
These memories seem to keep waning
So as I move across the highway this time
I remember
to forget the trail route to heaven.
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love is not multi dimensional.
its just a multitude of single dimensions.