There was a pause—a perfect silence. Then:
"I wish to see
galaxies.... I want to go out, up there, and leap across light years—as
one leaps from stone to stone across a brook—to be able to see the
variegated emissions of nebulæ and the terrible seconds of the last
throes of moribund, billion-year stars.... What I would give to drift
into the jet-streams of distant pulsars—just so I could feel their
dance...."
Elizabeth uttered no words: her mind was stretched and her eyes, lost—she listened.
"Sometimes,
when I'm alone, I hold imagined planets before me; and I am impossibly
astronomical in size and consequence.... And then sometimes I
fall...crushed...with strange overwhelming sorrow and...ravening
longing. Tears have come to my eyes when I've realised...when I understand...that I will never, ever really see these things. The universe will
always be but an intangible delight bound to my mind and its eye,
resident to my transient dreams and...recurring reveries."
Even
farther away and nearer than she had ever been before, Elizabeth
suddenly, inexplicably, felt warm—replete with a sensation of which she
could not make sense. This she had never experienced before. But still she
kept her silence, said nothing.
Nothing—just this feeling
deepening and branching everywhere in her, blasting her a million times
slowly pulsing, marathon swells. Nothing—she simply held him closer,
firming her embrace with arms and hands that she would've noticed were
trembling were they not wrapped round his torso as they lay together in
deferent darkness. Nothing—except her immediately knowing, with sublime
clarity, that she never wanted to let him go; that love was no longer a
confused concept, but now an absolute with pinions imperially outspread,
revealed to her in this moment of silent searing.
M.M. — Aprilis MMX
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