Venus to be Disarmed by Mars

Beyond the pale of civilization, I lie in the warmth of the sublime, where nature's glory rejuvenates the hopes of the morose. Amidst the innocence of the creatures that surround me, my spirit loses itself in a fantasy to experience wanderlust sentiments. As the echoes of the wind silence their masters and as pearly white clouds disperse from their solemn march, the stage is set in the sky for the unravelling of a dream. Suns arise from their slumber to shine their light on the theatre's only protagonist; her contours and curves intimate to the deepest recesses of my mind; her mind and thoughts lost in the abyss of darkness.

I place her on a pedestal, away from the smearing eyes of the maddening crowd. Magicians and Saints swim in their illusions, searching in vain for the lightness of being that I will find. For I am blessed to be cast in her shadow, enriched by its vitality that shames volcanoes of faraway stars. When our eyes meet, a spark burns the tendrils that bind me to the cold swamps of reason and normalcy, and like a newborn, I flutter my wings to ascend the heights of feeling and humanity. In a journey never to be sabotaged by the twirling currents of chance, I swim in the deepest well of her wounds, drink the nectar of her highest ecstasies and climb each strand of her thought, noble and surreal. And the moment comes in life, when two hearts beat in tandem, two minds work in rhythm and two souls suffocate without the other. Then, the two, hand in hand, can dive from the edge of the universe into that ever elusive feeling. One day.



*The title is a play of words of a famous painting called 'Mars Being Disarmed by Venus' by Jacques-Louis David, the propagandist for Napoleon Bonaparte.


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