Romance: Trip of a Lifetime
The words were sound and firm but the softness carried away the harshness. His heart pounded from the happiness he heard from her commanding voice. But all so one sided. The colors of his aura, his 'feelings' knowing they found the key to the romance of the love to carry them both through the Aura's Gate into Above Cognitive. Romance the beginning of God's love of finding His gift. Romance of the kind to last forever through life, the Heaven of Above Cognitive, to the feet of God. Romance of the touching of the hearts and souls within. Two becoming architects of a monument to God except for - 'Scared: Sin of Satan.'
How do the spirits of hearts and souls touch? How does the sun rise every morning? How does one question God? The roads he builds for one's path through his trip of a lifetime. Why his road crossed hers he does not question, only why does hers moves away from his? "God is a funny man," he thinks. The bumps and holes in God's road were many. Dead man's curves here and there. But through it all, he made it to the end of his trip of a lifetime. A banner hangs across his road at the finish line, only a stretch of a few years left. A smooth stretch he thought.
The touching of two spirits, unlike the touching of skin, interweaves and becomes one. Beginning a romance unknown to the eyes of man. The statues of love, romance, by the greatest sculptors; paintings, crafts depicting the greatest joys of the body by the hands of the most skilled artisans cannot compare to the works of God in living spirits. The 'feelings' of God's paints and clays forming living romance between two. Her eyes pierced his as she left. He felt the words of "I love you, too," but he knew it was a lie. He stands at the gate of auras knowing he will never enter Above Cognitive. The romance he feels shall never be; God sometimes fails. The long trip of a lifetime never finding the meaning of 'more', as he looks through the bars of the gate to his dream, Above Cognitive, and kneeling at the feet of God.
Heaven in his mind. Imagining her eyes did not lie. The sensations, the arousing of heart and soul. A lust blessed by God. Something more than lust, meaning of existence. An eternal romance bursting the gates to continue the journey and beginning Above Cognitive. His dream popped. Was it all a story to be told over and over and laughed at sitting around the table of boiled crawfish, corn, potatoes, all seasoned to all tastes? He just smiled.