A Story Of A Story

I've tried to get her story out, but it's too small a story to be told.  It's the story of a young girls first love, and of a singer with a soul that's made of silver and of gold.  The story lasts for many decades of her life, with his music surrounding every moment she recalls.  It's a story of a woman's yearning that can never be fulfilled. 

It starts when she is just sixteen, a time when first loves always seem to blossom, and goes from there.  It runs through hills and valleys, through love and hate, and to a time when she gives up and leaves it all to fate.

She knows that this attraction is a fairytale unmade, a story never to be sung.  But somewhere deep inside it never seems to end.  It's a revolving door with no exit and no remorse.  It's a time of growing up and growing old, a time of yesterday and of today. A time of now and of tomorrow.  He leaves his mark on everything she ever touches and every dream she's ever dreamt from that first day until this one.

It's a sadness deep inside that keeps her crying.  It's a joy that lives within her every waking hour, until the sun goes down and the stars start spinning once again.  She sees his face through all its many stages. From a man of thirty, with hair thats long and hangs below his shoulders, to hair thats short as it is now, and as it was in that far away beginning. His eyes and smile, they never change, as every decade marches past in pictures. And each time she tries to put away those pictures, they call to her like phantoms in the wind, bringing with them all the what if's and if only's that fill some void in her, but never have an answer. Every song he's ever sung brings happiness and sorrow, and a timeless love that never, ever dies.

And when the time has come and all is done, she'll take so many pieces of this with her, and hold them, like a child, in her cold arms.  But in the end, those memories of him will warm her. Her chance to take his hand - to thank him, will come to pass in some far off plane of space and time, where everything from every time exists.  All the tears that had been shed will finally be forgotten, because the dream she dreamed as just a girl, and that forever followed her, has been fulfilled at last.