Ancient History

I saw her, hidden in colourful paint, masked in the shadow of her well-chosen words. A girl with no face. I envy the ghost of who she is, a first love, a first kiss. The first heartache looming over a bright summer day. The sun was hers only a summer ago...now it is mine, could the rays be that fickle all so quickly?

I feel a cold breeze coming on, a storm brewing in the horizon. I think of her again. Is it winter in her world? The Queen of Adigha with her seductive dance...what if she claims what was hers first? Perhaps the sun will turn on her again and I would be left freezing in the cold. She chose to run, to hide in the shade away from its glaring rays. If she returns, would it smile the same smile I thought was just mine?

My heart breaks with the thought that it shone just as brightly on her, or maybe even more. Many summers I let pass without basking too freely in its glow. For the first time, I ran wildly under the sun without any inhibition. Was it too fast too soon that now I feel the burn?

The trees are beckoning me to rest under the shade. Do I dare cower in fear beneath the leaves? Or do I embrace sunshine for as long as its rays are upon me?

Such pretty colours, troubled ghost. I wish I could exorcise you from my thoughts completely.