The Beautiful Man and His Beautiful Song

A long time ago. At that place where the evening sun shone peacefully. There I saw him. The beautiful man from the west. And while I stare, captivated by his beauty, which I could liken to the bright and shiny morning dew. I heard him sing a song. It was the most beautiful song my human ears had ever listened to. The pleasant tune flowed gently like the time of a young and beautiful love, and it moved my graceful heart. And while I stare, clearly mesmerized by the melodious wonder in front of me. A soft voice came and whispered to my ears. ‘Why do you shed tears?’ it questioned. In a quiet daze, I replied. ‘I shed tears because my heart rejoices, at the same time, it weeps’ ‘Why?' the voice asked. ‘Because the young man is beautiful?’ ‘Or because the song he sings is pleasant to the ears?’ I announced that it was neither. ‘Because both the man and his song felt like a wonderful dream, a dream so vivid, it loomed on my dear heart’ Then I felt it, a soft, gentle breeze as it gently blew past my ear. And neither the soft voice nor the beautiful song did I hear again. Along with his beautiful song, the beautiful man had vanished. Forever leaving my soul in shambles. Now my heart longs. It longs to see that day again. The day it will hear the beautiful man sing again.