A Fantasy in Lights

In dreams, she’s always as I remember her: young, slight, and full of wonder.

She left this life in her late twenties from cancer, leaving behind a husband and two small children, the youngest being not quite a year old. That child is now around thirty.

I watch her slowly make her way towards the lights. The landscape is beautiful, otherworldly.

Towards the end, she was bitter; and I, young as I was, didn’t understand. She didn’t want to die. She had lived an open, joyful life. Why was this happening to her?

There is a light breeze blowing her hair, and beautiful music. There’s a sort of domed city at the edge of the trees.

She was the younger sister of a woman who was (and is) a very good friend. On the anniversary of her sister’s death, my friend posted a number of pictures of her late sister on Facebook. Love may come to terms with death, but the parameters of the negotiation are very one-sided.

It seems to be winter, but the dome is giving off warmth. She’s dressed to sleep.

I wish the good didn’t die young, but I’m not in control of that; none of us are. We’re in a play we didn’t write, and don’t produce: players leave the stage, sometimes, and we don’t see them again. Except in photographs and dreams.

She reaches her hand for a door. The dream dissolves.

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

3 thoughts on “A Fantasy in Lights”

  1. This was very beautiful and touching too, I don’t know the lady but I feel like I miss her too now. I know of a friend who just passed away, it seemed she was reading and writing poetry until the day she died. I was so sad to find out she had gone, yet impressed that she was doing what her heart wanted right up until the very end, publishing her books and leaving a legacy for her to be fondly remembered. I can understand why people feel bitter and cut down in their prime when ravaged by a disease that strips them of their ability to do what they love in their final days. Since we can’t control who lives or dies, at least they get to live on in the memories and things they create or leave behind. I’m not sure about being able to choose when I die and whether that would be preferable to the current system. Forever is a long time to live for but when you get the news that your time on this earth is now limited, it still feels like it’s too soon. Make the most of the fertile middle ground I suppose and enjoy every moment that is available to you.

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