It was a cold night. Leaves and unfallen petals are deadly pale in this November sun.
Silent. Peaceful. Imagined scenery of silver mist landscape.
Ice covered the lake waters and now it looks like a huge mirror. Still this iceglass is too thin to walk it.
Cold ghostly waters will take you before you can make a sound.
Silent morn. Beautiful frozen dawn.
— Kaija, where are you? Come here! Snow!
— I don’t to play now, Teller.
He entered her room. She is sitting and writing in her diary. Something very important if it’s more interesting than to play snowballs. Or run across the field with the wind blowing in your face…
— What are you doing? — asked he looking at her.
— Writing a story… about you and me. One day you’ll read it. But if you read it that will mean the only thing — I’m not here anymore. You see?
She closed her diary and came closer to him. Looking deep in his eyes she stroked his hair.
— I’m not sure that.. you mean… no. No way.
— Yes. Let me finish it and you’ll know the end of this story.
She opened again her diary and wrote this:
“… Teller. This is a message for you. I don’t know if I’m still here. If you’re reading this… that means that I’m.. far far away. Don’t drop a tear for me, keep a kind smile on your face. Let me be a part of your childish memory. I’m only a shadow of the fullmoon, I’m a tide, a snowflake on your palm. I’m but your fantasy, your untouched memory. Never dreamt dream. You were my guiding star, my light in the dark. Now the darkness is over me. Please, take care of your dearest memories. Keep the waiting and we will meet once again.
Just keep on believing and one day I’ll knock at your door on dawn. Keep the heart open and full of hope.
Forever yours,
Kaija”
… Hope is beating in her heart. Hope is her heart. She lives and breathes it. Take it from her and she will die. Not at once, but slowly, painfully. In cruel suffering. Alone and cold.
‘Why am I doing this? Why am I writing this all?’ — thought she looking through the leaves above her head.
Pale yellow leaves are dancing in a wind blow. Light grey clouds running through the sky let sun shine not so bright as always. Music box stopped playing, but then the violin was calling her again and again. Beautiful symphony in her heart combined with dreambound around her.
Silent whisper of leaves, soft wind, kind touch of sunshine… dreamy November day.
Kaija walks down the street and breathes in frozen air. Heart’s melody has been following her for the whole day.
Last days she has different and strange dreams. Nightmares walking deep in her soul, calling her name and haunting her every night… and every day.
‘… Time will flow with one moment of pain
Take your path, kneel before the stream
Follow your heart to touch your dream
Deep within I go back to my memories again..’
Linlin's Poetry 