THE NEW WORLD PART 3
With a gentle laugh,
the man smiled at Nadia
as they found their way
down the long spiraling gold hall…
“You don’t know recognize me,
do you my dear sweet, Nadia, do you?”
Nadia blushed profusely…
She stared down at the sparkling moon shaped
precious stone and slowly shook her head no…
“Sweet Nadia, you are so precious…
Do not be embarrassed, for everything is well…
Once your writer’s amnesia wears off,
there will be so much to tell,” the strange man replied.
After bit of a journey down what seemed to
be a never-ending hallway, the two entered
into a glorious yet peaceful bedroom..
fit for a queen of royalty…
A gold-trimmed canopy with draping silver cotton sheets,
cascading to the antique diamond tiled floor
sit in the center of the majestic room.
Splashes of colorful fluffy pillows scattered the bed
in a sea of blues, aquas and greens…
A chandelier of tinkling lights hang from the ceiling
In the corner, sit an oak writer’s desk with a large stack of spiral notebooks
and a pile of feathered quill writing pens….
Near a stained glass window with flowing transparent gold curtains,
stood an illuminated standing mirror…
Nadia went to stand in front of the mirror,
trying to remember who she was…
She traced the outline of her unfamiliar face in the mirror…
Again, the strange man came to stand next to her…
He patted her shoulder and lightly kissed her smooth skinned cheek…
“Dear Nadia, do get some rest… I promise….you will remember…”
She again, blushed from his ever so sincere sweetness…
He lead her to the bed to help her lay down,
then shut the door behind him as he walked out of the room…
Nadia stared above at the ceiling,
she now, comfortably rested in the queen-like gold-trimmed canopy…
Everything felt so surreal and dream-like…
Her eyes became so heavy as she found herself falling into a peaceful sleep…
Lightly in the background, whimsical music began to play,
as Nadia found herself dancing with the strange man,
She, dressed in an emerald green ballgown,
a glowing crown upon her head…
laughing with delight….
The strange man caressed her cheek,
kissing her sweetly upon her lips
running his strong hands through her hair…
Something began to feel so familiar…
So safe….
Serene….
….The strange man began to lean in to whisper in her ear…
“Nadia…my sweet story-teller, you shall always be the love of my life…”
“ALEC!”
Nadia rose up in her bed…
Finally, she remembered the strange man…
The love of her life….and her muse…
Ariana R. Cherry: Poet & Artist 