I'll just stay here and wait, that could take a loooooong time. But what is time when you know what you want.
I'll just wait, mind my garden and life, dream good dreams, swim in good memoreis, and perhaps write a book of what could have been.
I'll wait, it's nice here, I won't fight any more, just wait.
One fine day my Knight may come knocking at my door, and then I want to be here, ready and happy. One Fine Day.
And if he doesn't, well your time is never waisted if you truely love.
That I do.
The moon is waxing illuminating what ever is strongest in our hearts.
It takes courage to look into that lake.
Don't ask me why I'll never disappear
Into the sky I speak, perhaps a fragment will reach you, as we all breath the same air.
"Momma come, it is late"
My little child grabbed my hand. I must protect her.
" Is he coming back?"
"Yes, sweet heart, he will come in time"
Did she know that " in time" could be in the time frame of infinity?
We walked; among crickets, upon moon lit paths, playing with fireflies, to our chambers.
Originally posted by closettrekkie
What kind of a rant is this?????
It is the an epic recollection; of events, in the lives of the Hero and Heroine of the tale, written as a poetic dramatic romance.
As such, there will naturally in a drama occur events of disadvantage, towards which one may oppose.
To openly oppose could be considered to rant or perhaps more accurately in this case put forth a
Should this not be a satisfying answer, my only advise is to silently read and follow the adventures of the Knight and Lady Wren.
Mother touched my shoulder gently, she had approached me as whisper in the wind, where I sat by one of the Cherry Trees.
I had heard Her as the rustle of a subtle breeze in the leaves, the grass moved before Her.
In silence and darkness she would come as a veil of soothing cool water.
"Come Child, it is time", Her arm embraced me, strong, calm. Her will raised me to my feet as I buried my face in Her arms.
I released eons of pain in Her arms, in the endless sea of Life, I left the old behind. To be washed clean. To emerge in timelessness.
"Child Come , we must go now. Are you ready? Do you have the Heart?
Your Child, we will help you carry her, we must go now"
I held the Heart and my Child in my arms, heavy as stone they weighed.
"Mother, why shall I carry this Heart?"
"It was given to you, dear, until it is reclaimed, it is yours to care for, nourish your gift with every joyful memory you have"
My burden became lighter with every step as I recalled endless days of radiant bliss. Eyes looking into the core of my soul.
"Mother, where are we going?"
The rustle of countless cloaks sounded behind me as we passed through the gates.
The doors shut behind us, the bells rang, three times three.
As shadows with no sound we walked in the faint light of the New Moon on an invisible path, hand in hand we ascended.
I held my Little Girl close, hardly breathing I prayed She would stand the struggle. All I could do was hold Her tight.
I listened to the song of my Heart, The Heart, the two entwined.
Faintly I heard the voices, hands holding me.
They carried me. I no longer had strength to walk, hope had fallen behind me.
"Sister you must have trust.
I closed my eyes, gripped the Heart, I couldn't bear to "see".
But I knew, I know. And my knowing is dragging me down.
Out of darkness they came to me, the moon shining in their eyes, amber fire, gathered around me to warm my cold limbs.
Closely they keep watch over me till I regain my bearings.
My hands carefully touch the Alfa wolfs soft ears, his eyes pierced my soul, :" You finally called us, why did it take so long?"
I bowed my head, never again will I leave my pack.
I stand ALONE
We run like the wind, silent, upon paths invisible to the blind.
Two Ravens resting upon the crescent moon, watchful, sentinels of the counsel.
Eagle soaring in the Sun.
Light and Dark all in one time.
The time in between, an endless moment not to be grasped, only to be held, gently in the heart of the innocent.
In between, where life and death merge.
Watchful souls on the summit reaching out to detect the slightest stir in the air. Carelessly impassionate to the echo of distant calls from below.
Only now, only in between.
Stars so bright; they lived as mirrors in the eyes of the Packs attentive glare, mocked the gathering of the un-done.
The assembly was on its move, silent foot steps raced the mountain, from the farthest shores.
A whispering brilliant call of the Time Between, beckoned the hearts to beat as One.
Above and between She soared, blue green mist, slowly spiraling over and over again in an infinite tribute to Life, dancing on invisible currents of
Air, on waves of pure Creation.
Descending; to the stronghold of the mountain, called by a gentle voice, she grew in brilliance, glowing from with in, as a hearth of eternal Life, of
whom only few could stand the presence, she landed in a blaze of sparkling blue green light, dripping from the grand wings as water drops.
She was a Water Dragon.
Deeply she bowed her proud head in recognition and awe of the man before her, the one with the gentle voice and the calm hands, hands of fire.
Out of timelessness the Dragon Lord had come to bring forth Her true self, she now knew, that which she most had feared was her greatest strength.
Kin knows kin, one must be one to know one.
Before the eyes of the "assembly" they merged as one in a breath of flames.
Vibrantly the air manifested in a rainbow of illumination, radiating in every atom of creation.
Gone was the past, gone was the future.
Only Creation remained.
Silence in darkness in the light.
A new Creation.
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