Second of a Series: Claudeae Starr

I wrote this piece in 2004. For everyone's reading pleasure.

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Time Tells Me





Have all the angels descended from heaven today?



I long to see my dead mother, and the wrath of the sea beckons to join them lash out its anger against the cold, solid land the water washes ashore. I look into the little pond behind the end of the peninsula where the ocean meets the earth.



When one tries to visit the past for the last time to confront one’s future, the salty little pond reveals beautiful memories on its crystal-clear waters.



“Yassurrrrr, yassurrrr…” it hauntingly whispers, it seduces, and it eats my present memory of time. As if chemistry has abandoned logic, the sodium chloride in the air slowly melts my white bloodstained sleeping chemise, baring my almost weak upper body, leaving me only with my rather long white pyjamas.



Quickly, the face of the skies changed from aquamarine blue to morbid gray. The veiny lightning scattered and whipped the dark clouds. When its tip touched the sea from afar, an electrifying ripple ran aground.



The chilly winds hollered and sped past me, ruffling my Shawn Cassidy hair, it hid my sad drooping eyes.



It is the end of my world. In minutes, the sea will eat me, and I will rejoin my old secret memories revealed by the waters. “Yassurrrrr, yasssurrr,” it calls.



Everything before me turned dark and gray at the tip of the rocky cliff where the sea crashes itself to, where I stand awaiting for my heart to surrender.



Heaven cried with me. Rain poured heavily, the painful drops chafed my supple skin on my exposed shoulders and chest.



Perhaps to a chosen few, their end is nature’s drama. All the earth’s animals huddled together, sounding a lamentation, bowing its heads against the outpouring of rain.



My white furry tabby cat purred and bit the loose thread of my pyjamas. I minded my sensitive pet and looked down.



A sound stopped me. The eerie melody of a violin reached me. It came from an abandoned Augustinian stone chapel, meters away from where I stood. It was a sad tune of eulogy, something played in funerals.



Then I remembered my late mother: she was smiling while she lay on her deathbed. A little fire burned inside me, giving warmth to an iced body.



The heavy wooden door of the chapel creaked and slowly opened: the wind and strings of Tomaso Albinoni began to play adagio in G minor. It calmed me.



Shall I look back and see who’s playing this sweet serene song of my soul?



The most beautiful tune, without doubt, comes from the heart. I heard the melodious sweet voices of angels chorus, happy and inspiring. It stopped the rain, and calmed the sea. The setting sun peeked, and its rays chased the gloom of the skies away.



However, when the mind is set to a decision, nothing can stop it. I stepped closer to the edge of the cliff, and took a deep breath. This is goodbye.



“Yasser,” someone called out my name from the chapel behind me where the light and music emanated. Tabby purred and nudged me. I allowed myself to look for the last time.



There I saw the owner of the voice who called out my name. She was garbed in a fairy white dress that complemented her long voluminous tresses; she seemed to have sprung from the angels who were singing to save me.



Why has she come, and in such a manner, I wondered. She moved as if gliding, closer and closer to me. When she was arms-length away, she mentioned my name once again.



“Yasser,” she said, her oriental eyes twinkled as she extended her lithe right arm towards me that showed a shimmery silver bracelet with a name engraving. I strained my eyes to see, and it read, Claudeae Starr. #