Saturday, 1 November 2008

The Perfect Being

There was a man.. the greatest to ever roam the earth. A man of great character, he was gentle in his words, graceful in his ways, yet striking in appearance. His thick dark locks fell over and softly framed his handsome face. His perfect eyes shone with sincerity and genuinity. His soft, tanned hands so healing. His smooth lips spoke wisdom of incomprehendable intelligence. Not a single falsehood passed his teeth. Enlightened, all knowing.

As geniously intelligent as he was, intimidating he was not. Approachable and trusting, he softened the hearts of all with whom he crossed paths.. especially hers. She fell deeply and blissfully. Her world revolved around his. Only his guidance she would seek and only his approval she worked towards. On every word she hung, thirsty for more. Obsessive, addicted. She became him somewhat. Stepped in his footprints, drank from his cup, chased his shadows. She followed like a lost puppy in search of her bearer. Adopting him as her guardian, she lives for him, and would stop living, for him.

The perfect being.. well, almost.. this shepherd believed that the past tense of 'ring' was "ringed". Perhaps it is. If he so wishes, it shall be..

2 comments:

Doc said...

How can another human being say such things of another human..

I am so lucky to have a friend that thinks so mystically high of me..

How rare to have such friends in life indeed..

-m

Doc said...

I am moved every moment I read this..

Thank you my Goddess


-m