I have written your name on the sky

"I have written your name on the sky. Have you seen my words written in white clouds? I have given my songs to the birds. Have you heard these songs in the early morning? I have told my words to the fresh wind. Have you felt a kiss of the wind on your cheek on a hot summer day?" Ian stopped to write a story about himself. He looked at the door. He was constantly waiting for Luci to open the door. His room could be full of her laughter again. He remembered Luci was always ready to laugh. Ian did not like it. He thought that it was something belonging to the space of stupid thoughts. Ian used to look at her very strictly. So, Luci felt confused under his look and turned grave. "You should not laugh so often!" He told Luci. Ian's idea was that an adult woman must be quiet and serious. "It will gain the respect of other people to you," he told her at those moments. Luci agreed. She loved Ian and trusted his clever words. She liked to bring flowers in the room that she picked up in greed field. There were uninteresting flowers in Ian's opinion. "I will buy you beautiful rich bouquets if you want to have bouquets in the room," he told her. "It is most unsuitable to put such unattractive flowers in our room." Luci agreed with him too. She did not bring flowers in the home anymore after Ian got very angry when she put such flowers in a vase again. Ian often brought her bright bouquets. But she took them without any joy. Luci did not tell him that the flowers of the field reminded her of her childhood's days . She was not sure that Ian could understand her naive words about it. Ian recollected that Luci liked to open the windows of their house at nighttime. She often sat down on a windowsill and looked at the night sky. "What do you see there?" Ian asked her in a temper. "I can not explain it, my love." Luci answered tenderly. "But I really need it. It is such a beautiful tale for me!" Ian used to close the windows. "My dear, it is a stupid idea to sit on the window-sill and look at the empty sky. You might catch a cold. The air is too fresh now. Many moths fly into the room through the opened windows. We will have a problem to sleep with them." "You are right, my dear husband," Luci told him sadly. Then she would bring a cup of strong coffee to Ian because he thought that it would help him to think. Ian read only serious books. Ian knew what books he could call serious. He hated poems. Therefore Ian was often got angry if he saw a book of poems in Luci's hands. "You are wasting your time, my dear," Ian told Luci. She would put the book back on the shelf. Luci did not like quarrels. "A quarrel always destroys a piece of my soul," Luci told Ian. "A piece of my soul…" Ian thought. "I do not understand why she likes to use such words. I think she could say more simple words such as "I do not like to have a quarrel." It is good enough to describe this situation". Ian looked at the door again. "Seven years have passed since I met Luci," he thought. "And I cannot find her now. She told me she had died several months before. It was such a strange talk. I remember all her words but I did not understand what she wanted to tell me that day." "I have written your name on the sky. Have you seen my words written with white clouds? I have given my song to the birds. Have you heard these songs in the early morning? I have told my words to the fresh wind. Have you felt a kiss of the wind on your cheek on a hot summer day?" The woman came to his table and put the cup of strong coffee on it. "Thank you, my dear Luci," he told her. "Please, read these words. I have written them to you. Do you remember how you liked to sit down on the window-sill at nighttime?" Luci read the words and said, "Perhaps they are beautiful words if you like them, my dear husband." She kissed him, "I have brought you a cup of coffee. I am sorry but I am a bit tired today. I am going to sleep. Please, do not open the windows because moths would fly into our room."