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I once had marigolds for eyes.
I'd seem to fade on sunny days.
When it's cold as the rain outside,
well then, so am I.

We once had oceans left to fly,
now the trees and the river
have parted ways.
When it seems like the phone has died,
well then, so have I.

lyrics from life in rain by remy zero

The Valley

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I see a face in the distance. A face I have seen before but have never paid attention to. Now, she has caught my attention. Unaware of my surroundings, I face this woman and walk in her direction. It seems like an eternity as I walk along the waters edge, gazing, ever so slightly at the cascades of the swooping trees near me.

As I come closer to this mystical woman, I see the clothes she wears. These clothes are nothing but black, cotton strips that lay across her tall, beautiful body. The shoes she wears are not shoes, but torched are her feet instead. Long, soft black hair on her head reflected the image on her face. An image of friendship, companionship, of pure love. The eyes engraved in her delicate face seemed forgiving yet stern. Her teeth perfect; white like frosted tips of an iceberg. And her lips, her lips just perfect. The dimples in her checks told a story of her frowning in the life before her and the smiling in the life that was about to begin?

Her body was unusual. Her breasts were small and her hips as well. Nothing like the Barbie doll figure that I always thought I wanted. Tall she was. In fact, taller than me. Much taller, nearly four inches from what I could perceive. Very small, skinny body. Only about my weight. No fat to speak of, and no fear to face. Beginning to understand as I come ever so close now, I am able to resist my fear of love, my fear that has lasted this past life time. I am now able to face my love, and understand it when I am beside her. I love her and yet, I have never even known she existed.

She whispers into my ear so softly that only I am able to hear her. Passionate words that I will never be able to say myself are being released from this woman, being released and heading only in my direction. The motion of her mouth I could not see, but I knew it must have been beautiful because her words, her voice, desirable. A desire that I could not even comprehend. It seemed as though she was looking for me in her past life and I her as well. Maybe there is such thing as fate. Maybe not in third dimension, but in the fourth. She then held my hand.

Holding my hand, never letting go, never wanting to, never understanding what it would be like to let go, never wanting the feeling of letting go. Gripping my hand as I did hers for we were both so weak inside that we understood each other like no one has ever understood before. The feeling we had inside of us were so alike that we knew we loved each other. So alike that we knew we had to be together. So we were together.

As our walk now continued in the valley, hand in hand, love in love, pain in pain, every emotion in every emotion, we were now not lost. We knew where we were headed. We knew our destiny. That was why her feet were torched, only to be healed, that’s why my fear of love was there, only to be removed. That is why we met each other, and that is why we were in the valley.