The Cameraman Cleaned. The. Lens

And then he saw her. Crystal clear. She smiled. Eyes closed. Relaxed. She had been there all the time. He just did not notice her before. She even had a voice. Gentle and elegant vibes coming from her side. A song in the air. It made him truly happy. The lens had a way of making a difference in both their lives. It was more than an object. It had its own story. He walked towards her. She did not run away. No more. She had the gift to see the bigger picture.

The sun completed the picture. Warmth. Love. Balance. He took her hand and asked her to dance. With his eyes closed. They danced. The dance of love. Slowly. Smoothly. Carefully. The lens turned in cycles as well. Around and around. More and more. The walls and the room changed colours. All by itself. They did not care about the opinion of others. They were enough. By themselves. Oneness.

They opened their eyes at the same time. What a moment. A treasure. Focus. Heart fulfilled. A desire burning so deep. Feet dancing. The whole world was watching them. Souls looking into deeper layers. So fun. Every layer uncovered with much patience. At ease. Peace. Lines drawing pictures. Pictures turning into memories. For the next moments in time and space. Joyful series of experiences. Sealed with a no nonsense kiss.

She was back. In his arms. She loved the scent of his skin. He loved the touch of her hair. So long. Sweet as candy. In the background small monsters got their attention. Not afraid of them no more. Talked them into moving together on waves of infinite possibilities where every single thing can turn into multiple seeds of luck and bliss. Colours, shapes, sounds all in one sentence. Ready to cover a story line that goes beyond the standard living. Infinite gratitude. Awakening eternal passion.

By Liesbeth Leysen