My little Purple Flower
Somewhere up in the swirling mists, the Gods dropped that little purple flower. It was a present. For me.
It fell on my lap and I took it in my palm. It was lovely. I loved it. After a thousand years, the intoxicating perfume was everywhere and I no longer knew that the loveliness came from the flower. Being one of mortal coil, my memories faded fast and I lived in that heaven presented by the Gods until one day, the flower slipped through my fingers, while I lay on the clouds with my eyes closed.
And then it all disappeared. I was awake. I knew the reason. I knew the cause and I knew the ultimate end that just had to be. And the next thousand years, I spent searching for that little flower. I came across other flowers, lovely to other eyes, but they did not hold me for a second. The fragrance of the beautiful blooms just served to remind me of my little flower’s incomparable silver aroma, emanating from the midst of those tiny violet petals. I roamed the three worlds searching for my tiny, my own, my precious little flower. A thousand years, was it? I am not sure anymore. It could have been a million and I would still walk. I would still search. I walked to hilltops which overlooked miles of roses and I saw strange blossoms of unknown form in the deepest pits of the ocean. But my little flower was not there anymore.
And then I entered a cave where no man had stepped foot for years and years in fear of death. I walked in to find her and I walked and walked and walked until I reached depths that I did not know existed. I walked for days, weeks and months. I walked in the dark until one day, I saw a faint golden glow somewhere still further in. Nostalgia seized me as I breathed in the promising air of the golden land, making its way up the narrow path of the tunnel in the cave.
As I stepped into this land, I knew I was home. Everything was golden, from the sky to the lakes; the bees and the fishes. The perfume-laden air healed my heart and I yet again lived those days when I lay on those clouds with my precious, close to my chest.
I asked the golden nymphs where the little violet flower was and I was led to the middle of the land and there she was waiting for me.
After years uncountable, after efforts unsurpassed, I had found her, my precious, my only one.
I saw her but she didn’t remember me. I told her stories of us together on the clouds. I told her how we watched the clouds far below us turn red at dusk as the sun went down on another meaningless day, while we watched from the skies above. I cried, I pleaded, until my tears drowned my soul, but her eyes had that glazed look of unfamiliarity, while she gazed in pity for this unusual stranger who told strange tales of peculiar lands and unknown times.
Out of compassion, she put me back on the hills, by her strange magic and I have since roamed the earth in madness telling precious stories of my little purple flower.
A flower given by the Gods was she, once.
Somewhere up in the swirling mists, the Gods dropped that little purple flower. It was a present. For me.
It fell on my lap and I took it in my palm. It was lovely. I loved it. After a thousand years, the intoxicating perfume was everywhere and I no longer knew that the loveliness came from the flower. Being one of mortal coil, my memories faded fast and I lived in that heaven presented by the Gods until one day, the flower slipped through my fingers, while I lay on the clouds with my eyes closed.
And then it all disappeared. I was awake. I knew the reason. I knew the cause and I knew the ultimate end that just had to be. And the next thousand years, I spent searching for that little flower. I came across other flowers, lovely to other eyes, but they did not hold me for a second. The fragrance of the beautiful blooms just served to remind me of my little flower’s incomparable silver aroma, emanating from the midst of those tiny violet petals. I roamed the three worlds searching for my tiny, my own, my precious little flower. A thousand years, was it? I am not sure anymore. It could have been a million and I would still walk. I would still search. I walked to hilltops which overlooked miles of roses and I saw strange blossoms of unknown form in the deepest pits of the ocean. But my little flower was not there anymore.
And then I entered a cave where no man had stepped foot for years and years in fear of death. I walked in to find her and I walked and walked and walked until I reached depths that I did not know existed. I walked for days, weeks and months. I walked in the dark until one day, I saw a faint golden glow somewhere still further in. Nostalgia seized me as I breathed in the promising air of the golden land, making its way up the narrow path of the tunnel in the cave.
As I stepped into this land, I knew I was home. Everything was golden, from the sky to the lakes; the bees and the fishes. The perfume-laden air healed my heart and I yet again lived those days when I lay on those clouds with my precious, close to my chest.
I asked the golden nymphs where the little violet flower was and I was led to the middle of the land and there she was waiting for me.
After years uncountable, after efforts unsurpassed, I had found her, my precious, my only one.
I saw her but she didn’t remember me. I told her stories of us together on the clouds. I told her how we watched the clouds far below us turn red at dusk as the sun went down on another meaningless day, while we watched from the skies above. I cried, I pleaded, until my tears drowned my soul, but her eyes had that glazed look of unfamiliarity, while she gazed in pity for this unusual stranger who told strange tales of peculiar lands and unknown times.
Out of compassion, she put me back on the hills, by her strange magic and I have since roamed the earth in madness telling precious stories of my little purple flower.
A flower given by the Gods was she, once.
