O heart, o naive heart!
Measure your steps, that no pain comes your way.
For remember,

where the heart is,
Lovers are not scarce.

Live life from the flask of wine,
Live full,
drink the intoxication...
See the world spin, colours blend,

For where beauty is,
Lovers are not scarce.

Forget things past,
think not of things to come,
forget loves gone, think not of those to come,
Carefree be!

For where love is,
Lovers are not scarce!

OK so the little narrative thing kinda stalled for a while because of school and work etc. but now that im temporarily liberated from the bonds of the educational systems, i will attempt to continue ;)

So basically, Myrna is telling Aideen about her ancestry and about the history of the clans. It is an eerie setting where time is held still for the tale to be told. It is the aim that the rite of passage be given to the daughter that she may continue the worship of the night goddess.

And i will write more later...

or not.

Amazing how past thoughts, emotions, words seem so relevant even in the present breath....

Recollect :

"Let set the sun that to my heart you may come, let glow the moon that my soul you may grace...but come, come that you may never again leave

Let darken the western sky that night may become my warmest shroud, to hug me, to take vision from their eyes.

Let bloom the moon that his is the only reflection dancing 'pon the midnight waves...midnight waves that carry afloat lilies of dreams, dreams enclosed in reality, dreams supported by the stalk of hope...hope rooted in the murky depths of the heart.

Waves in my heart that reflect only the moon's face.

together and apart, the raindrop on the lotus leaf...with and without.

Let cool become the winds, let musical become yonder leaves that your steps match with my heartbeat in the unending symphony of love silenced only be the eyes of day.

........

O calm, calm be you angels of wind! Calm that no clouds cover the face of my beloved...wherefore are the cries of one thus struck not heard? Wherefore comes these wisps of doubt? these wisps of conformity? these clouds of confusion? these clouds that remove from my eyes your visage perfect...

What does one curse? the clouds? the wind? or he that is clouded?

do we become strangers once more? A story that ends thus should have been left at a beautiful point in its history...tragedy avoided.

so abandoned it is.

but the wind, these hills, these trees call you, change what may, a heart in wait remains unchanged."

A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
It's there that my heart is longing
All for the love of you

Loreena McKennitt.

*sigh*

Your element is Spirit. You are above most Earthly
things or like to think you are. More
mysterious than any of the other elements and
twice as dangerous. You tend to be a loner and
whatever you belive in it verges on fanatical.
Be careful because Spirit has no true substance
and can get lost.


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It Snowed!

I woke up to the most beautiful of visions this morning - no Ty was not next to me - but it was snowing!
Outside there was a thick blanket of whiteness covering the slumbering earth and crystaline flakes fell from the skies. The trees were all delicately frosted and the atmosphere was one of crisp perfection. Winter. Well, at least the beginning anyway is just totally amazing.

It for the romantics...those who'd like to hide from fierce reality 'neath a warm blanket woven with birght threads, secure in the arms of the beloved...looking out the window together, looking at the gentle flakes all falling stars, falling wishes from above.

It is for the coffee lovers...those who actually own a huge coffe mug with a smiling face on one side; for whom the very aroma means the passion of a morn anew; to lose the coldness of the world in soft sips, to feel the warmth and daring rush of caffine.

But most of all, it is for Romantic coffe lovers! People who share the coffee drinking time together on crisp, white mornings looking out the window...

Thats where I am...looking out the window; behind my transparent boundary looking at all who leave the transience of their footprints in the snow; feeling the silent joy of promises as sparkling snowflakes from the sky but feeling also their ultimate weightlessness as they fall to the ground to melt into history.

Wine

So its a wintry night. A thin film of snow veils the earth's surface and bare trees tremble in the wind. The sky overhead is eternally black and in it I see an eternity. The half moon glows distantly, its cold pride the diadem of the night.

Winds howl through naked branches and wisps of hair obscure my vision as I walk along icy sidewalks lost in thoughts, frozen in body; wishing for a frozen heart. O would that I could not feel anymore! That stale remnants of a life lived and now dead to me would not resurface in ghoulish shapes...corpses dancing in the graveyard.

I want wine. Red, thick wine that oozes slowly down the rim of the glass. Luminant wine that catches the light and glows as though alive with the energetic passion that life is supposed to be made of - wine that gives the death of the senses and the liberation of that little naughty, nay, evil being that snickers within us all.
I want wine that stays thickly on my lips; that stay there to attract the lusty forms of my desires; those who walk, nay, strut around their tail of feathers never moulted.

I must feel its heat burn through my throat and radiate through my being. I must feel the smooth coolness of hte glass in my hands...I must drain it to the last that naught but a red sheen remains behind.

Then must I love the intoxication. The mad fury let loose in the dark nights 'neath the prissy moon who watches detached. I must shed the clothing of this life and dance like one possessed through the graveyards of memory. Bones will rattle to make my music; jackals of hypocrites will be my audience and I will let loose all fertility in my mind and spin round and round till the world itself spins round me.

I want wine.

I want the wine that gives the escape from this world!
Could that wine be love?

Those eyes....
Those locks...
Kills me!

This walk, that smile.
This voice, that grin...
Kills me!

*sigh* I could so teach obsession 101 - zip-a-dee-doo-daa-dey! - Okay so am completely out of it - must be the end of term-itis

*mope*

Eyes met,
The stranger's eyes met mine.

O deceit!
Ere I could lock him 'neath my eye's doors
he locked me!
trapped was I, in his eyes..

O deceit!
That he should open them again,
that he should turn that gaze elsewhere
that I should be left floundering for breath...

now out from behind his eyes' doors
wilting in harsh light.

Ty

So from the so very wonderful "Moulin Rouge" : "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is to love and be loved in return"

by these standards i believe i remain a rather unintelligent barbarian...;(

its so completely fucked up - this whole 'love' thing - like how does one tell the difference between love and an obsession? or is love an obssession?
what is it with the human nature that makes it so inherently lonely - so in need of companionship and then why does the gender affect any of that - and then why is 'marginalisation' even a word that exists

*frustrated look*

So he exists - so i latch on to an idea - a conception of someone perfect - a resemblance to someone i once knew and perhaps 'loved' very much - but does the idea latch on to me? - will it ever be complete?