Is It Any Wonder?

"Nothing left inside this old cathedral
Just the sad lonely spires
How do you make it right?..."
- (Tim Rice-Oxley)

The Morning Glory

Not so long ago when the world was young and free, when fresh innocence still untouched. It begun, when the morning comes. Its summertime then, the day was brilliant by the sunshine as the sun rises in the east. Streaks of light pass on the branches of the trees. A season when bright yellow petals fall and showers the ground from their blossoms. An infectious note of the songs keeps on playing, floats and fills the fresh morning air, echoing every corners of the corridor. A background melody that continuously stirs every moment that may appear. Admitting how that day was alive and meaningful. The day was bright… so bright that even the soul brightens by the sun that shines through the blue sky. The place was favorably garden, a pleasant perspective used to hang and let time pass by. Unconsciously ignored by anyone yet so perfect that even love has its own place. An open sanctuary for a sentimental state of mind. Everyone is presently around shares a common ground and time flourishes life more colorful and joyful. Yet, there’s something out there… something is beautiful and true… something that feels the fragrance of heaven scent…. something that catch in a stare as it glides across the crowd and floats like a feather in that beautiful world… something that will inspire and be high in spirit… and above all something that makes the bright day complete. A source of fullness and contentment. A reason to be prospective and dedicated where hopes are alive just besides so close, yet still simple but rare. Sweet enough the fate was so generous that dreams are just an inch away. In the first place an ordinary special. A thing that cannot be even cheated by oneself or deny. With just a simple life that exist however, this made it the most brightest, most significant and most perfect day ever had (so far). It took several consecutive days before it subside then closes down and fade away.

Wonder, how it took a short time, will it ever happen again? When? Only time can tell… only God knows…

June 10, 2001