The Camera Noticed Her Sparkling Eyes

It was not the picture as such that begged for attention. A couple like thousand in a million. An image shared every day. Nothing more, nothing less. He was a model. Presented well. A body to envy. But there were so many other bodies in the world who could have done exactly the same. The camera was not impressed. At all. Love was part of their language. But they kept it hidden in a gentle way. Not to brag. Just being humble. The picture invited the camera to dive deeper. Requesting a deeper analysis. The camera decided to leave its comfort zone. No time runner.

The ocean blue water surrounded the scene. Talking in drops. Bringing messages to the ones who want to listen. Pulling and going back. In sync. Silent. Moves. Waiting for something to arrive. Out of nothingness. The rocks were strong as they are told to be. Since ages. Doing what they are expected to repeat. In any given moment. They believed they were rocks so they rocked the world around them. As stars. In heaven. Shining brightly. The mix of water and rocks in the scene worked out well. Water flowing around solid material. Sweet recipe.

She held him while she looked into the camera. In her own unique way. The camera noticed the vibe. Oh my God, did it feel the vibe. It wanted to become human in an instant. So it did. A male version. The eyes of an invisible man steering the camera. Now. They exchanged their soul expressions. A special occasion for the angle observer. She told him a story. With no end. Infinite twists and turns. And a gorgeous ending. Because that was her soul signature. She made her own version. She loved it. Her fans too. Her lips curled. He curled his lips with her.

The statue next to her became a rock. She became water. Complete. Together. Water and rock. Rock and water. The cameraman tried to picture it all. This could be interesting. Later on. He covered all moments to collect the time lines. She danced with the cameraman and the statue watched it all. With an expression of understanding. Witnessing development. To the core of their being. The dance was not a sensual dance. It was a discovery. A sort of time lapse. A nurturing experience. With a good cause.

Her sparkling eyes talked in a way that was not seen before. The outside world was stunned. Overwhelmed. The camera waited for the right move. It was coming closer. Purpose driven. The statue moved now. A little bit. She showed her soul. To the ones who were ready to welcome it. The camera fell down. The cameraman started to cry. So much beauty and deep truths. He believed what he saw and was so grateful for this experience. The statue started to get colors. Colors that brought life and excitement. 

The cameraman transformed back to its object shape. She smiled to the statue. Her man melted in her arms. Feeling her getting closer and closer. Love strong as a rock. Flowing as water. The story was kept deep inside the camera. A magic recipe for the seekers of love. It would always be replayed until the watchers understood the message. That is what true messengers do: repeating the truth with kindness until they are finally heard. With the heart and soul. A lesson. Told so many times but never out of fashion. Sparkling eyes, watch out now ...

By Liesbeth Leysen 

"Wordsmith" by John Rylance