I was thinking of a moment in time.
A longing, a memory.
Then I found it, here.
A chance re-visit.
Not a common thing.
But this is where I was, back in time, through a portal.
It was calling my name.
Will you venture with me again?
Captured by a curious tale, swirling amongst rose flavored warm breezes, in a dream...
The tale unfolded........
She was beautiful, long locks of wavy hair touched the back of her knees...
In her soul, in her being, she felt endless...
Filled with wonderment.
But in the mirror...
In the mirror she saw tattered lines of years and years of age.
Lovely all the same.
Her mind was bursting with wisdom, stories untold, earth shattering loves lost...
Her fingers could do anything.
They created, they led the way.
The mirror tried to shatter the depth of her being - her feelings of youth with arms outstretched in twirls.
In her soul, she felt perfectly young.
Alas, time told a different tale.
She made a decision one day.
She would travel forever more, mending her soul, adding pieces of lost magic...
She saw her best friend, a machine, as shiny and new.
Just like she felt inside...
She made a pact with her own heart.
Sealed it with golden thread on a sunny warm day.
She would go from place to place...
Long lost love letters, keys to all the drawers of secrets in her soul and wonderment aplenty accompanied her on her long never-ending journey...
Bits of lace aged as well.
But still were beautiful.
She decided she was an old piece of tattered lace herself.
And so, the journey began...
For years and years and years she wore the same gown...
Captured, in a Dream...
Year after year after year she added pieces to her gown, which by now trailed behind her down the road, as she pulled her old sewing machine on a wooden wagon.
Every year the machine seemed heavier.
But, she forged on.
Up steep wooded hills, across streams...
She worked on her gown tirelessly.
Each piece that was sewed on, was like capturing dust particles of magic.
She was holding onto her magic for dear life.
To the burn in her belly which set her on fire for living.
To that inner magic, which kept her young and free and dreaming -
No matter what the mirror tried to say.
And, she refused to let go.
Life tried so many times to take away everything that made her sparkly inside and out.
When a piece fell off,
she simply sewed it back on.
Collections of bits and pieces from everywhere adorned her gown.
Tea stained, torn -
She pedaled and pedaled as the machine sewed along...
The sound of stitches going through fabric made her drink in a deep breath of fresh air.
A heavy sigh of thank goodness filled her.
It was always a reminder, that she was still everything she saw herself as in the depths of her mind's eye.
She held tight to that key...
Ribbons of youth poured out of her, and people caught them as she walked by.
For a moment, they felt a jolt.
A memory of being ever so young.
Of believing anything was possible.
Of seeing life as long and blurred, but filled with excitement and goodness to come.
As the people who caught her ribbons felt it -
The years when you couldn't feel your body.
When no ache or pain graced you at all.
When your heart was untainted.
When you felt love for life, instead of frustration and fear.
And they followed her...
Begging for a patch of magic here and there...
Longing to be mended as well.
And so, she mended them too.
But mostly, she mended herself.
Each piece of that long tattered gown, held together by the threads of time.
When even time was young.
When she found herself deeply hurt and falling -
When she faced things that the golden threads could simply not hold together...
That was when would seal her wounds with glitter...
As warm breezes of flower petals enveloped her.
That is when she remembered who she was.
Who she always would be.
Beautiful, free, arms outstretched twirling in the wind forever.
Lines of time, no matter.........
True to one for always.
Caretaker of a heart belonging to the most important person in her life.