Missing someone is not complaining about her impossibility to be with us. – It rather is a gift, a love gesture, a thank You, our homage to what that person means to us.
She spent the morning cleaning the tips of two diamonds. A long procedure, a tale of patience in a day where her hands rather wanted to be shaky and her eyes wanted to cry. The cleaning took time, it needed be done and redone. At the end they were as she wanted: sharp, shiny, transparent. She did it by consuming her emerald eyes over the stereomicroscope, following under the objective the tip of soft needle she held in her hand. In the lab they say it is something only a woman can do it to perfection. She caressed the gems lovingly, so to remove every speck of dust. Long hours. Once she finished doing that she proceeded with the second step: placing a ruby over the diamond culet watching up at her. A single microscopical ruby, a drop of red, a round red ball fifty millionths of meter wide. It took half day to place that little drop how she wanted.
At that point she placed the salt around the ruby sphere. She covered a round surface of one hundred and sixty microns with the salt that she cooked in the chemical ruby of the friend Alessandra, working in the nearby lab. It took one hour to do it.
Then in the silence of the clean room, the moment of truth: the sealing. She took the second diamond, turned with the culet looking down and placed it on top of the first one. They need perfectly aligned, that or nothing, that or failure. Will all the care she was capable of, she lowered the top one, to land on top of the ruby, the salt, the other end. Two hours
She took a moment in between these activities, to breath, to recollect, to rest the eyes. At the end she was satisfied about her work. Looking at it she couldn’t help doing what she always does, finding poetry in things. She looked at it and she saw two diamonds, two, shiny, transparent, incredibly hard diamonds. In between them a little ruby, a very little drop of red, invisible. Invisible unless you know it is there, invisible unless You shine light on it.
If you don’t shine light on it you will simply never see the burning little ruby. Things are often like this, in life. On the other hands, when you shine light and there is a living sphere like that inside, placed with all the care in the world, then, the diamonds shine different, nobody needs to know why, but they shine different, special.
What happened next wasn’t nice, but that is another story
I watch, I always do it, I’ll always do it. I care, I worry, I smile. I promised to do it, and I will always do it. I did it because it is joy, it is something I wish, and also because I thought I could bring something I could be goodness. When we make those promises we do have those thoughts too, the bold feel that we can be something good for the other, as She is for us. I promise I’ll be there, and I am, not for one day, not just in good times. It is not a nice dress that I hide when the storm comes, to put it in the cabinet, and take it out again when the sun shines. The blanket of love is always there. That’s what love is, what a bonding promise is about. It is not something to be ashamed when a stain of mud is thrown on it, it is not something I retract and give, it is not carrot and stick, I do not want people to think my Beloved deserves less than the best, no matter of the season.
I watch, care, worry, and smile when a smile illuminate Her face. Truth be told, I would like to be the spark of those smiles, yes, and indirectly I’d love to be the spark of any of Her smiles. Each and any, and this is bad, but it is good. Because if You Love it it natural to wish the joy, and to wish to bring it. It is natural to wish to share it, and hope it will inspire smiles and good bonds to others too. This is it, for me. Simply.
I promise, and I am presence, in joy and moods, bad moons and good moons, I am presence and I will be always there, watching with Love, giving love, silent if needed. Accepting and sometimes battling, under the dome of an Oath, that is foreverness, and in a non-stop continuum.
On the sand I doth carve love In round glyphs, simple verses chanted at dusk
Naked I got no stars in my pockets Standing staring at the face of the nascent evening In our shore, illuminated by the bonfires
I chant for us, beaten, yet stronger than the pulsing youth we had which one day will end Yet it’d us created, us, now by this ardent fire On this shore under the the nascent moon and the dancing flames.
Tell me You want me happy. Whisper me that and under my skin a sweet wild river for you will dance my woman spirit and Your mouth will drink it quenching our thirst.
Tell me of my place, as me say Yours you are my within burning torch Tonight, in the shade the burning sphere under this nascent moon Of a springtime night
Feel the happiness you own, if You just spread Your winged arms to collect my heart, my glyphs Your sadness will be past, such as mine
Turned into a nova of falling stars. lighting the shore, where once there was a little fire
Droplets of my Soul 