For Naoko
Lighter than feathers the notes of the piano float through the room, as you play, your gaze from time to time turning to me, radiant.
The evening is perfect: the rain falling on the terrace, now in darkness, can just be heard, and the sound of the fire crackling in the chimney, lighting this room, a perfect setting for the prelude to love.
Your white dress hardly conceals your perfect body, as your flawless hand hangs lightly above the keys, as if time was suspended…
You smile at me, and your smile is that of an angel, as I turn the pages of the book I pretend to be reading.
And for an instant my mind flies into the future, that far away shore where we have become the grey ashes of this glorious present.
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Oh, this is beautiful.
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Lovely FSF 🙂 enjoyed reading! many thanks for the link back x
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beautiful …
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I guess there’s something to be said for living in the moment.
Very poignant.
JzB
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Beautiful. I love this piece – thank you!
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You should turn this writing into a book.
Outstanding!
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It’s truly important to cherish each moment we have with the ones we love. Beautifully written!!
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Beautifully written, with powerful images. That photo is quite horrifying too!
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Lindos pensamentos!
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Beautiful and lyrical. But why ‘Flawed’? It seems like such a perfect moment – the thought of its transcience only makes it all the more precious. Like the beauty of cherry blossoms.
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A beautiful piece of writing.
So much emotion packed in to your five sentences.
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I am glad I read this. It is important to enjoy the moment.
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So evocative as always! Grab that precious moment and don’t worry about the future!
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Not a page, not a painting… but I’ve “read a book” within this post. Lovely work.
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