Helter
By R. Cary
I.
Tell me of your sins Helter, the scars of your heart
Tilting his head, his eyes show enough, she asks no more to be said
She is where he buries his pain, upon the breast of her care
Caressing him, her hands sooth upon his face; gentle, secure
She knows he cannot live without her, this is her duty,
Her passion in protecting, giving comfort, forgiving him;
This is her art, relieving him of his sins, quietly
She raises herself up, ‘Helter, it is time to go’
She will miss him, she always does, closing the door
She faces her window, wishing for that day to come
II.
Helter wore his shame, his guilt within the constructs of his existence. Here, tonight, was his freedom.
Staring out the window, the dusk of night holds his gaze. The glaring remnants of 2066 are portrayed as an orange tinge brushing the night, brushing his memories across the sky.
’33 years ago Helter’, a soft voice says.
Helena’s soul was soft itself, a whisper of being. With her cheek against Helter’s back, she soothes him as her hands generate friction across his body. The solitude of the night was where both Helter and Helena could wear the depths of their souls. Helter needed deep connection and purpose in his life, Helena found hers in Helter. His stare out the window wasn’t one of ease and pleasure, but one of seeking.
‘Helter’, what do you see out there, tell me what you see. You see the world differently than most of us. I can’t see what you see, I only see the truth of your desires when you get like this. Your heart beats to exist out there. What are you looking for, what is it that I don’t see?
Helter and Helena continued on with their night, resting within the tint of the sky. Their room glowed just slightly orange from the horizon’s night. Both without a thought, just reflection upon the stillness of the night. What they both are unaware of is their journey to come. By the time they wake their paths that crossed many years ago will become the purpose of their life.
End
Helter
By R. Cary
Copyright 2021
