When the evening is spread out against the sky, let us reach out to hold it with beaming smiles and curious late-night adventures. Let it stare back at us with the twinkling eyes that bead its broad and ethereal firmament as we dance and chase one another gaily through the lonely and magical streets of the world. Let us seek to capture the melancholy and beauty of the elusive and painstakingly ephemeral with a frustrating net of synapses and earthly twine, and let us wince and groan in mock surprise and pleasure as moments wash over us, caress us teasingly, and slip just beyond snatching fingertips or the long, pleading reach of our imagination. Let the wide mirth of the sky laugh and grin, sliding over the horizon to entertain the dream of another who would aspire to pursue the wondrous and bittersweet happenings of the night. We shall wait for its return; wait for another chance to woo it in vain hope that it may stay, to let it coerce from us the memory that we are mortal and that one day the evening will no longer be ours.
_______________________________ By YouthfulParaphernalia.wordpress.comInspired by The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock by T.S Eliot
Short piece inspired by T.S Eliot’s line:
“When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;”
(Taken from ‘The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock’)
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