LULLABIES TO THE SKY

My uncle will always say, "what is life without love? What is love if it can't permeate through the shells of life". Like the sun to the plants, what is the lullabies to the sky if we can't snuggle beside each other, heads up, laid down, hands meshed together, our hearts pumping love, while we stare at the stars in the frigid nights at the La Volta.

Caught lovestruck two years ago at St. Joseph Bridlington. The curly blonde hair, the freckled-white skin, and the sturdy legs were the cynosure. Her thinly voice with the british accent would pop the question,

 

"Hi, how do I get to 14, Broad Street, Camden"? 

"You're going to Broad Street"? 

"Yeah, I am. Do you know there"?

"Sure, yeah I do".

Blown off almost immediately, I would decide to walk her rather than direct her to Broad Street. After all Broad Street was two street away from St. Joseph Bridlington. 

"Do you mind if I walk you there"?

"Sure, no problem. I'll be glad"

"Alright".

As we sauntered through Robbin Carrow and Brooke to Broad Street, I would find out she was a newbie in Camden who packed in one month ago and stayed at Neville, two streets before Bridlington." How come I didn't know her all this while till now" was all that ran through my mind as we walked. She was on to Broad Street to see her aunt who lived there. 

"You're beautiful". I couldn't hold back after being totally blown by the charming beauty. In a wry smile and a puzzled face contoured with blushes she let out a "thank you" in her thinly voice still with the palpable british accent.

"So here we go, 14, Broad Street".

"Wow, that wasn't too far. Thanks" 

"Yeah, Camden is a small town you know.  

It's streets are not far from each other"

"Yeah, I can see"

"So, do you mind we see next time? 

Possibly for a hangover at somewhere nice for a pretty damsel as you're"

"What makes you think I will oblige to that" she will retort in a smile.

"Jus' gat the conviction".

"Hmmm... alright, next time it shall be. 

Need to go. Thanks for the direction it was nice walking with you". She would say this letting out a smile exposing her well shaped dimples.

Of course that was how it begun. Who could  believe it to be so easy as that. We would become lovebirds like no other. 

The times spent at the La Volta Beach are forever golden. The sands of the beach forever cry our union. It's water danced of our company listening to the lullabies we sung to the sky of which the stars stood and gazed keenly in relish.

 Those frigid nights when we would lay down beside each other, our hands meshed, staring at the stars, reflecting how forever our love will last. Our love could make even Cupid get jealous. 

I guess even the billowing water got jealous at times.

Our lullabies a one to relish. Your angelic soprano voice complemented the every verse. It was the icing in the cake. The Michelangelo painting— forever on point.

Our love was matchless throughout Camden.

Two years after, I write you in past tense. How hard this can be. The dark messenger wasn't kind to leave us for long. It turned out to be too transient our love. 

The water of the Volta still rumbles till now. It must have been waiting too long for us. Even the sand is crying to feel us once more. I guess it must really have missed us. The stars too are still listening to hear the angelic voice that sang for them during the frigid nights. Even the sky is still waiting to listen to its lullaby.

I guess I'm left all alone to sing the lullabies to the sky.

Forever will our song wax and our love grow stronger. Rest on in eternity 'cos our love will last for eternity.