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Grabbed my soul – The story behind “Time into Stone”

Monday November 8, 2010

Have you ever met someone that grabbed your soul, (so to say). Without this person looking at you, without even saying a word and your complete strangers to each other. I have and will never forget this. It’s an undesirable feeling that can’t be explained in words.

It’s been over a year and it feels like it just happened. Walking into the store I never planned for this to happen. I was in a strange country, strange town, feeling out of place and not too well (developed a fever on the plane) so not looking to hot either.

I strolled into the section of the store, where he was going about, doing his work, doing what I think would be a normal day for him. As I looked up from the display area of sound gear, my eye caught this gorgeous man standing behind the counter.

For what felt like a lifetime, I stared at him; if anyone saw me they might have thought I was undressing him with my eyes. But I wasn’t, well not at this particular point….. I was just in awe of this gorgeous creature (for a lack of a better description). Amazingly build, he had style and class, and …… something I couldn’t put my finger on, something like a top secret special ingredient from a master chefs, world class, award winning dish.

Yes, I know, that sounds like I over exaggerating but that’s what I felt. I couldn’t take my eyes off him and investigated every part of him that was above the counter… His arms, lips, every inch, like a perfect sculpture.

I badly wanted him to look up, but the little voice in head shouted out: “NO, don’t look up!” Knowing myself, and how I get around gorgeous creatures like this, it would be better, for everyone, even the other costumers, if our eyes didn’t meet. I usually turn into a babbling buffoon and a complete klutz.

That thought haven’t even turned the corner in some part of my brain, when he looked up. I thought I was going to faint, hurl or something embarrassing or silly like that…. Well that didn’t happen – luckily.

“Okay, stay calm, glance now and again, but never ever say anything, don’t open your mouth. Rather pretend you don’t understand English, speak your mother tongue, throw in some African languages, you can’t make a complete idiot out of yourself if he doesn’t understand you…” Bad idea, I couldn’t even remember my name let alone other languages.

His voice, intriguing, sensitive yet strong, so amazing. It conjured up thoughts and feelings I get when I hear the voice of a certain Muso, I have a mammoth crush on. I think my heart skipped a couple of beats; I might have even turned blue, forgetting to breath. Then I had to go and open my mouth,,,, oh so painful.

I didn’t sound like myself, my Afrikaans-English accent sounded like a fake British one, and my pronunciation of basic English words were like those of individuals learning to speak the global language. I must have gone from blue (forgetting to breath) to bright red…..

For a couple of days I felt like an idiot (benêt), and I didn’t even get his name. The questions now were: Should I try and find him, wait for him to find me, would he try to find me, did I leave an impression worth finding? The answer to the last question was a definite NO, not after my fumbling and embarrassing word act or lack thereof.

So I took a change, I humongous change, doing something I would never have done or even contemplated to do. I tried to find him again. Easy you say, not really. With very little info, no receipt with reference numbers, I could call the store. What would I have asked for? “Hi, I’m looking for a hot,,, uhm no gorgeous,, not attractive guy that works there, well his tall dark and extremely handsome…”?  Not going to work, I’ve seen the guys from that particular city and most of them match that description.

So I turned to the social networks, asking around, giving that exact description and sounding like a smitten teenage girl, embarrassing,,,, YIP. But I didn’t manage to get hold of a guy willing to go around the store, asking around,,,, a couple of weeks later he informed me that he might know who I looking for.  Success at last. And it was the correct gorgeous angel.

This angel turned out to be a true angel, talented, really astonishing, incredible and fantastic.  We still communicate via email but I would give anything to go back and see him face to face. This is the story behind the poem I wrote “Time Into Stone”.

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Time into Stone By Thelma Roos

I can’t believe it’s been this long

Since the day, the day you turned time into stone

A second felt like an eternity

I knew it couldn’t last forever

But the look in your eyes had me hypnotized

And the feelings it evoked had me mesmerized

I wonder if I ever cross your mind as often

As you’ve been on mine

Or are living the same way

The same way as before that day

I still imagine how it could have been

If I didn’t turn around to leave

That day, the day you turned time into stone

And I didn’t feel so alone

It’s been too long since I last heard from you

I guess you have your own life to live too

And there’s nothing I can do

Time can never mend the words that weren’t spoken

The moment that passed

I try to go back and make it last

Like that day, the day you turned time into stone