With a soft voice, softer look and a softest touch he touched my hand. I was standing there with the broken pieces of my heart. But he was smiling, a smile that went from his to mine. He was looking right into my eye and was telling me to pick up my pieces and put them back together. I was trying striving hard to not let the pieces win over my protest. And the ultimate moment of win neared and got high up in the trance of the dapple. The stranger's look went deeper into my eyes and gave me the most amazing strength of standing up, up against my fears. He took my hand made me keep it on my heart and look into the sky...up high. I stared and stared but my sight was left dry and thirsty. With a wave of disappointment and anguish i looked back at the stranger...but he was gone. He was no where around to make me see again. I waited for him to come back.....come back and never leave again. But all i could recollect in my empty mind was his soft voice, softer look and the softest touch.........
Where he must have flown away...i thought to myself. Was he a illusion? Was he magic or just a fantasy? The doors in my mind were shutting down and i was running out of answers.....answers to all my questions. Who was he who showed me the best trick of my life if he was an illusion, the best prank of my life if he was magic and the best dream of my life if he was a fantasy....My ears kept searching for his voice, my eyes for his look and my hand for his touch...!
