Stay for the Dream

“She takes, she gives him all the shadows

And everything feels good

 Clouds like shadows pass

 She’s like a passing day”

 —Slowdive, Celia’s Dream from the compilation, Just For A Day (1991)

 

Hollington, David. Stay for the Rain. 2013. London.

Under the tussled covers, our eyes glimmer in the dark stitches of uncertainty — the kind that cloaks fear with an enamored ignorance towards what the Future is hiding on the top shelf (something we cannot see until our limbs and hearts blossom in the roots of human condition). 

Uncertainty can take a resilient flight that sparrows are no stranger to; you can be blinded by tufts of clouds when you stray in pools of flaxen sunlight or choose to let the breeze kiss your tender feathers in the face of anonymity. 

This darkness we are shrouded between can falter with subconscious anxieties for all we cannot see in the cards but the warmth that nestles between your words can ease the tumultuous seas of what remains a distant mystery. 

Constellations could seal Fate, wrapped in a bow of buttered pride, but cartographers could never dare to follow the imprinted tracks, in this wrinkle of short-lived purity; the only charted ideologies would reflect a spurred envy of these simple moments we exchange, under the quilts of adoration that fuels embers in the hearth of my heart.