What's In New York? (Part II)
As I screamed the chorus of 'New York' by Snow Patrol to him, he screams it back at me:
'Come on, Come out
Come here, Come here
Come on, Come out
Come here, Come here'
Shocked, I turn looking Northward...I then advance toward him...he waves beckoning that I should run....I do and I'm taken up in mid-air...He then proceeds to tell me why I should be Northward and not in 'New York'(the world) ...
'The lone neon light and the ache of the ocean and the fire that was starting to spark...I miss it all from the love to the lightning and the lack of it snaps me in two...Just give me a sign that there's an end not a beginning to the quiet chaos driving me mad...the lone neon light and the warmth of the ocean and the fire that is starting go out'...
I cry, he cries too, but wipes mine and tells me...The angels, the heavenly hosts have always been there...I made you from dust and breathed all of me into you...I wanted a friend...A companion...I wanted you...
I talked and laughed with Adam...we ran and played together(the fire that was starting to spark) ...He was like me but we were different... so I made him a companion of his kind...But sin came and took my friend away...I cried and was broken, but still found it in me to make him some clothes to wear as he walked away from me forever(the fire that was starting to go out) ...From that day till this day, few people put me first(the quiet chaos driving me mad) ...Heaven's justice demands your death for your sins...I, the judge took off my glorious robe and left my throne...stood with you in the dock and took your place...I died for you...so, that in all ways we would be friends again...I am loved for what I can do, not who I am(I miss it all from the love to the lightning) ...I love it when you sing to me and read your heart to me...I love you...Come on, Come out, be my friend, talk to me and when you can, walk with me...I will always love you in spite of you...You always come first with me...I hope someday I will come first with you...
He danced with me to the song of all songs(his life) and gently placed me with his hands back in 'New York' to make a choice. I chose him. I choose him. What comes first with you? He loves you.
P.S: Alexander Pope wrote:
'You purchase pain with all that joy can give
And die of nothing but a rage to live'.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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