Epi 6: the Clock's Midnight Tune

The problem with the new is they tend to deviate or redirect opinions and thus, interferes with the blossoming of the old. From time to time we all tend to hate the common old which we hold to the present, and fresh revelations have the capacity to be so unworldly perfect. I say this in extreme effort to make a philosophy or a belief out of the whirlwind romance i seem to have attached myself from the day i met Zephyrus. He is a sweet, charming man in spite of the fact that he seems callous at times. He is actually a softie, but hardcore in every way. Most importantly, he is not my boyfriend becaue right now, i am staring at Midnight's calm and sleeping face. Jenine has been kind enough to drive my car and so I and Midnight stayed in the backseat. I remember how he gathered me into his arms and kissed me longingly right after he hurriedly made his way out of the airport. He smelled of summer...

and of everything i loved.

What the heck, loved? It's love, without the 'd', he smelled of everything i love.

There, now that's better.

"Hey," Jenine called my attention from the driver's seat, "were you just talking to yourself?"

I glanced at her in the rearview mirror and smiled, "More of arguing with myself Jenine."

I heard her laugh a little, then he looked at Midnight's hand which held mine in sweet, sweet possesion, "He missed you terribly didn't he?"

"I missed him too. Terribly, badly and all those crazy adjectives you can think of." She chuckled and remained silent through the trip, driving in concentration. On the other hand, i gently touched Modnight's face and settled myself in his arms. As if on cue he pulled me tighter into him and held me close. I checked and saw that he was still asleep. "I missed you," i whispered.

Midnight just lay still, but in the dim lights of the tunnel, his reflection on the rearview mirror showed me that he smiled contently and sleepily into the night.

'The heart hears, the heart knows', that's what my granny used to say. If she was here, i'd tell her that Midnight hears,

and he most definitely knows.

"Someone was here.", Midnight whispered as we lay on the bed after Jenine left that night. I was leaning on his chest and he held me at my waist.

"What?", i asked.

"Someone was here, and spent time with you while i was away. I can feel it.", he answered, smiling at me curiously, "if he was even half as gorgeous as me, then i think i'll understand."

I chuckled and closed my eyes as i rubbed my face against his muscled chest, "He was just a wind.. A mighty wind that almost swept me away."

"Hmmn," i heard him say, "Tell me about it."

So i went to tell him of the whirlwind that shook my world while the peace of midnight was away in hawaii. All the while i was looking at his face to see if anything was to come -- anger, doubt, confusion -- but all i saw was fondness and understanding. And i thought to myself, 'bliss runs through the veins of this man'.

"In the end, midnight won?", he inquired, playfully treading the strands of my hair with a grin.

"There was never a battle, i have always been yours.", i answered, staring straight into his eyes.

The night went on, and the exchange of stories was rich. Before I knew it i was already asleep. In the silence of that moment when a woman closes her eyes to drift in the wonderment of rest, dreams come.

Dreaming, i saw Midnight shed a tear as slowly, the grin disappeared and the cold night went on. He held me tighter, then he said, "There was a battle.. there was a battle and i almost lost you, i saw it in your eyes. It was in your voice as you said his name. And i fear that the battle isn't over yet, it has just began."

Dreams.. We confuse them with reality and at that moment, when i felt the dampness of his tears on my face, i realized that i was awake and that evrything was real.

"Midnight...", i whispered and helplessly held on to him like i was about to fall. I put my forehead next to his and kissed him sweetly.

He broke the kiss and looked straight into my eyes. The look he gave me made me remember how my puppy looked at me when he was about to die.

"Will you still love me?", he asked, "The wind is never gone my love, while midnight comes only once everyday."

"I will.. I will still love you.. For without Midnight, there will be no beginnings, no end.. the days, nights and eternity will be in trouble.. See, when midnight's gone, time will break and i will never be the same again."

He smiled and kissed the tip of my nose, then positioned me beside him as we lay in silence, the lullaby of sleep ringing in our ears. He fell asleep half an hour later. Slowly, i stood up and sat by the window, opened it and stared into the night, psyche and cupid battled deep inside me.

Just as the gigantic clock in the middle of the city rang it's midnight tune, a raging western wind stirred the heavens and the earths -- clouds danced and so did the leaves, trees and the curtains. The blaring lights and city noises almost made the clock invisible and the tune inaudible,

but the wind? Like a king, the wind went on with his parade and earned a gasp, a chuckle, a silence, a childlike "woah", spontaneous laughters and yells from the people and friends that shaped the city.

I found myself holding on to my seat, as if any minute i might fall off.

He will keep on trying to sweep me away,

but my heart will always hear the clock ringing, singing the tune of the magical midnight.

And i will always be sure to hold on, the one person that hears the song of that gigantic tower that even the raging western wind wasn't able to break into a fall.