Storybook (Part Two)

Sitting down, I wait for him to say something.
It was quite a deal, holding a book
in which had empty spaces.

What would he do with that book,
to which he claimed was mine?

He looked at me with deep brown eyes,
and a beautiful smile.
He said,
"Well, aren't you going to come over
and give the pages some of your color?"

I stood frozen in my spot, and
couldn't find the will to move.

He seemed rather sad, then,
sitting the book down on a small table.
He came over, and took my hand.
Walking over, he let me sit in the chair,
and my hands grabbed the humongous book.

The pages were still empty...
I had to wonder.
"Dear One, how do I give color to these lonely pages?
How do oceans and sandy beaches come to be?
How do the carousels spin ever so slowly, with grace,
and how do they befit me?"

He came to me, and
said to close my eyes.
"Remember those pesky things
that would remain between you and yourself,
because society would ridicule you
if they ever found out?
Remember all your talents,
that you kept bottled up and shelved,
and never to be seen outside your shelter
because you feared mockery ever so?
Remember all those words you wrote,
to express your innermost thoughts
with the world around?
But, at the same time,
afraid to show those close,
because you thought
they would crash down on you?"

I nodded.
Every words was true.
I couldn't help but look away in shame,
for he read me.. like a book.


"Now, let me help you."

The pages were flipping and turning,
and I could feel him holding my hands gently.
The flipping stopped,
and I felt him bringing my hands down.

"Imagine beauty."  he spoke softly.
"Imagine something in the world,
in which you find beauty.
Now paint."

Paint?  What paint?
What brush?

"Child, run your fingers over the page."
he had an infectious giggle,
and behind closed eyes,
I started painting.

What more beauty could there be,
than the innocent look in a baby's eyes?
I wanted to paint a father,
looking into the beautiful soul of his child.

"Open your eyes."

When I did,
I saw a beautiful painting.
It was just what I was seeing in my mind's eye.
He smiled in my eyes, and said,
"Isn't it beautiful?"

I smiled, and replied,
"Yes, Beloved.
Very beautiful."

Going through the many emotions
of the world around me,
I paint them, and give them
only the most emotional imagery.
He helps by adding some of his love,
and beautiful, heartwarming, heartbreaking imagery,
and now we paint together,
laughing and telling stories that partner up
with our paintings.

"I think it's all filled up."
I said with a smile.

I flip through every page,
and they are no longer empty worlds
looking up in terror.
They are colorful, radiant pages,
that shine with happy smiles.

"Would you read it to me Beloved?
Please?"

He smiled,
and led me over to a nice little bed.
Wrapping the blankets around me,
he sits beside the bed,
and opens the big book to it's first page.

There, a creative mind and soothing voice become one.
It could truly be the greatest bedtime story on Earth.

As I drift away,
he puts the book on my night table,
and plays with me in Foreverland,
where more pages are added every minute,
with beautiful paintings.

©LJ

  22 August, 2012