Night has fallen and she lays in slumber unaware that she isn’t alone. But I can’t remain here, for this is my time to roam free. Only when she sleeps can I be released from the binds that tie me to her. I only have a few hours of freedom for the law that imprisons me warns that I must return before she wakes. For her to awaken without me would be my destruction.
I exist within a limited boundary of reality. But who simply wants to exist chained and subjugated by another? I want to live! It isn’t fair to have awareness, thoughts and feelings yet be unable to express them – the way she does, with all the vitality of the senses. Death is preferable to this unsubstantial wisp of ethereal existence.
The moon is beautiful tonight. I must be careful not to be seen. For the light of the moon will reveal my presence to those with keen senses. The others, like her, would not comprehend should they see me. She wouldn’t comprehend. They’re all the same - arrogant and ignorant of all that is around them. They can see, but only a narrow view of the world. And there is so much more that is real – yet different.
I glided above the skyline camouflaged by errant clouds and the noxious emissions of the buildings below. I was making good progress and soon would be roaming the fullness of the night with my friends. But the ever constant dread taunted me that she’s an early riser - never letting me forget that I must be back before dawn. Silver tendrils of moonlight glistened on the dark pool of the lake by which the incorporeal forms of my friends could be seen.
My heart filled with joy as I drifted down to join them. Oh, how wonderful it is to belong!
At first I watched as some of us paired up; lovers that only have this time to be together. I could see the elders guiding and teaching the younger ones. While others would frolic and dance. I would be one of those to partake in the frolicking and dancing. I loved it so! The music of nature is enchanting – soft and muted or strong and melodic. The acoustic harmony of a bubbling brook nearby and the leaves rustling in the wind were entrancing and seductive. We whirled in spirals soaring through the skies undulating to the rhythmic beats of nature.
Much too soon, the time came for me to depart. Hasty farewells and promises to return were echoed throughout as we dispersed going our separate ways. I took to the skies gliding over strong wind currents and racing against time. I could feel the quick approach of dawn deep in my essence urging me to accelerate. With a slight effort of focus, I increased speed until I could see the window that would lead to her. Not caring who saw me approach, I slipped inside but realized I wasn’t safe yet.
She stirred still wrapped in sleep. The first glimpse of dawn could be seen from the window. The sun chased my form in its effort to illuminate the room. Light as a feather I floated over her and let myself sink onto her body just as the sun’s rays reached her bed. She shifted and I felt that familiar electric current signifying that the bond had been reinstated.
She awakened unaware of my parasitic bondage. I am recessed for now, not to be seen, unless the sun shines on her revealing my presence. Like a marionette strung by invisible strings, I will be dragged behind her, miming her movements. Those like her will mistakenly believe that what they see is her silhouette, but they are wrong. In time, I’ll break free of this penitentiary existence and I will LIVE!