The satelite

Once upon a time there was a man who loves to sit and chill in the field of grass every single night and feast upon the starry sky. The peace and calmness was overwhelming to the man and he's breathing them in with great satisfaction and joy.
To him this was better than going out and getting drunk with friends for he feels such great belonging by just feasting upon the sky and its billions of fireflies of stars. He feels connection and in a strange way he feels a sense of friendship without the need of touch and words to confirm it. He loves the way they are high up above and him below looking up.
He thought them to be great men of the past who shape the history of men. He also thought of them as woman of whom he had crushed on but none of them filled his heart with desire to rightfully put his heart and eyes to the particular star…until he saw a strange light moving. He looked at it with bewilderment but with passion. The man became nervous to the unknown light that was moving and he felt his heart beating fast. He doesn't know why.

Few nights had passed the strange light didn't pass. He thought the strange light to be a sort of light of don't-know-what. It was something beautiful to him and bright. He wanted to name the moving light but couldn't come up with anything to name it. He waited for the perfect words to come out of his mouth but none. He lay in the grass and the breeze of night brought words to him, indescribable words to men but not to him—just the breeze of thin air passing through the field. He understood the words pretty well and it says, "Just wait and be patient. She will come again. And she has a name." The man was hopeful.

Few nights had passed he waited until one night and there…it came again. He smiled and stares at it with joy and passion. How it moved with grace and beauty that he was drawn upon and taken in. How is heart raced and all of a sudden while being drawn upon by the strange light an unknown words came out from his mouth in a silent whisper, Satellite. He said it again, and again and again. It was no longer a strange light moving, it was a Satellite. He fell for the satellite and it became the object of his desire and inspiration.
Suddenly the Satellite stopped in the middle of its journey it as if she was aware of his presence, his feelings and his thoughts. It moved again, and then it stopped when he called her name, and this time what's in his heart was something he didn't expect to feel so soon. Love. It stopped for a very long time and he himself was quiet but excited. He felt the satellite was looking down at him it as if their eyes met.
Then it moved and never stopped until it vanished to the northern sky.

He wondered restlessly through the night of why it stopped. A crazy thought fell into his mind that the stars (or women) told her that he had been looking up and never desired any of them. He laughs at the thought but couldn't stop thinking about her.
Unexpectedly the she came by again the next night. And this time, it was moving slowly and it seemed to dance. The man stood up, prepared his arms and legs, closed his eyes and danced along with her gracefully. And suddenly he felt a pressure of warm air locked on both of his hands and his body. He was engulfed by warm air and to the man it felt like he was literally dancing with her with his eyes closed and he felt a warm kiss on his mouth. Such imagination but inside it was real to him more than anything. And she whispered to him in words he clearly knew and understood just like he understood the whisper of the breeze. She whispered to him in a sad and sweet tone but without hint of hesitation,
"Don't wait for me. Don't wait for me here to pass by. I've seen you in this time of night many a times. Sleep and go slide into your childhood dreams. Avert your eyes from me and let me pass by with ease because your the sweetest distraction of my journey. Let me be in this journey that I embark alone but stay where you're at in this field of green grass and don't follow me."
The man responded with eyes closed,
"How soon will you come down and dance with me again? How soon will your journey ends? Stay with me. You don't have to go through this alone. We'll journey together because I—"

His phone rang and blindly searched for the phone and was annoyed by the sound that the minute he held it he threw it through the open window without realizing what he threw. He just threw a used Nokia N70 import from Europe to the window. He heard the crashing sound of his phone and swore from the top of his lungs and regrets throwing it. He made an effort to go to the window and see his probably already destroyed phone. He went back to bed for a while and he felt a moist in his hands and mouth and realized it was all a dream. He stared blankly at the ceiling trying to recollect the dream and slip through the sheets and made an effort to sleep to dream again and hoping to pick where the dream had left off but couldn't go back to sleep to dream. Swore again and searched his iPod turned on a shuffle mode and an unexpected song played, "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right" by Bob Dylan. He thought to himself that the title was just perfect as he thought of the dream. He knew what the dream meant; he knew what that Satellite was whispering to him. He knew so well that it hurt him. His mind wandered off with the dream. He thought how everything started just like a story in a book. It was everybody's story but he felt like they owned the story and they alone wrote it and written by two writers but different view of plotlines. He thought that everything in its right place but in a wrong time. He blamed Time, he blamed Fate that he didn't even believe, blamed the things that has yet to be named to be blamed if he knew what, but for the most part he blamed himself for telling the truth so soon. But he couldn't blame himself for one thing, his feelings. This sense of belonging with her is too strong for him to resist and he was willing to shape himself just to fit and be one with the puzzle. He perfectly fitted right in to a place where she wants him to be but there was a place in her heart where she couldn't fit him just right.
To him, the Satellite was something beautiful, something rare, something to be pursued, something to be loved, something to be protected, and something to be looked up from down below. But he knew all he can do is to let it pass by like satellite gazer. He knew all he can do is lay in the field of green grass and watch it pass by. He knew he had to be a innocent child again to let go of the white dove and be free from things, from the grips of his hands, from his mind, from his heart. He liked the bird too much too soon but the child knew deep inside what he had to do the moment he held it in his hands as he softly caressed its soft white feathers but doesn't have the courage and heart to do what he had to do. But now the man in him does. The child in him now has the courage to free the white dove off his hands.

NOTE: This is my first success--or not, short story. Took me the whole night to finish the story along with its editing, etc.--and I'm still editing. Whew! The story is fiction and used Satellite as metaphor--for the most part it's all metaphor for something be it an object, person, symbol or something else, be it as you want it to be. Your interpretation is yours alone.