Gold Leaf Clover

He is a ghost town. Feathered hair and dimples. His hazel eyes admired for the burning sun painted around his pupil. His iris forever capturing the beauty that is an Eclipse. Phisher, undoubtedly, a wall flower of the Midwest. He flourishes and blooms as he sings symphonic ballads to his love of all time.

In physical reality, she hardly knows him, and likewise, he knows little of her. They attended High School together, him a year above her. They hadn’t spoken, since he tended to assuming the worse and took on an invisible identity. Her image lingers on the back of his eye lids. A smile that gave tingling sensations in the heart and her eyes like galactic pools that made you want to dive in and explore her inner secrets. Fore if her mind resembles anything like the living, breathing, angelic figurine with the bright yellow aura, he knows there would be so much to explore.

About 9 years later to the date, the night of a July full buck moon, she appeared from the shadows that once had been casted over his world like a black blanket. He had felt her before this moment, as she had entered his dreamscape months ago. “How could this be so?” He pondered, at the time, of all the possible reasons why she had come back into his life. Though this time he wasn’t feeling so invisible after all. He took the action right away of pressing the accept button on the shining screen that night. He had changed all sense of space and time.

He could feel her everywhere. Reaching out was inevitable. He composed himself and his words in poetic fashion. She returns a cute and quirky reply along with a reminder of who she was as if he could ever forget. “But who are you now?” He thought as he viewed her number attached at the bottom with the assurance that he could text anytime. He viewed her as quite tactful with a warm welcoming spirit. So it all began.

Her name is Summer. Sweet Summer, like sugar in his teeth. He knows he’s prone to obsessive reaction as she is the girl of his dreams. Phisher asks for a sign, as he believes all is Divine. “If I have met my soulmate, please show me a four leaf clover.” He searched the ground beneath his feet outside of his home. Stems of 3 heart shaped leaves were spread throughout his overgrown green patch. “Maybe, it’s not here,” he says, to himself, so he packs his bags.

He was looking forward to a weekend spent with his Mother, whom lives just 3 hours North of him. On the drive, clipping and smashing butterflies along the way. This transformation is being rushed, but he can’t deny the way a photo of Summer’s floods color in his cheeks. He hears her name sung so many times as if her spirit’s trying to show him, “It’s really me!” He feels as if she’s seated in the passenger seat with that big smile singing for him along the way. Time melted off the clock, as soon as he left, he had arrived.

He searches the grounds around her house, for the hidden treasure he’s destined to find, before greeting his Mother with a gleeful embrace. “I’ve found her,” he says while gripping his chest. Katherine is a short, beautiful, caring woman who’s not afraid to put a little fear into you. She truly understands balance and that for one to learn fearlessness they must understand fear. No word is enough to describe his appreciation of her existence. Her nature and support goes far beyond what most could only hope to experience in a Mother figure. She is dressed in an Army green tank top, denim shorts and sneakers. Sunglasses shielding her eyes from a day of living in her garden and yard work. The atmosphere is lovely there. Then he sees it. A small four leafed charm around her neck.

“She’s here in the air! That’s the only explanation!” Feeling rather haunted by Summer now. “There is no possible way coincidences like that just happen.” He asked and had received. He couldn’t help, but wonder if his spirit too has traveled to spend its days amongst her. “I hope she also hears my name in her favorite songs as she sings along.” Hopeful romantic, craving the ultimate love story.

She wears a Sundress, he imagines, of yellow that makes her glow. Her soul whispers, “I really love you,” in his ear sending shivers throughout his being. “I love you too,” he sends this thought to the Heavens, hoping she receives it well, if at all. He sits and day dreams, creating landscape visuals in his small black notebook of their names together. Summer at dawn in the underworld, a clearing in the meadow, sits a handsome little rock who once lived along the riverbank with a winch. He thinks, “our love is apocalyptic,” while holding his mysteries.

The Stars fell that night unlike any other as if the world was ending. Shooting across the sky in colors never seen there before. His Mom couldn’t believe what she was seeing as this was a first for her as well. He wondered if it all was connected, knowing there really was no need to question the collective at all. He knew, finally, without a doubt, his body was filled with the energies of ghosts of the past, present and future. Summer’s ghost stood out the most because they were always meant to be lovers.

2:24 A.M. crimson red, digital clock light. “That means today, tomorrow, forever. A beautiful time, indeed, to be alive.” The world ended and began all in one night. Tears of joy filled the river, the seeds formed their sprouts, he shuts his hazel eyes awaiting all that growth has to bring. 11:11 A.M. he wakes to make a wish. He reaches out to snooze the alarm to find golden, glitter dust. “It was the Faeries,” he sings, as a blue butterfly rests along a sunbeam in the window. He knew, the minute he opened her good morning photograph, they gifted him a $20,000 treasure in his chest. The trees teach the Heavens, while their roots rest in the deep. All that is, blooms.