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Orpheus's Echo Hers, like many others starts off with a, "Once upon a time." She was a beautiful maiden whose silky brown hair and timid personality resembled that of a field mouse. But she spoke differently than most. The spirits of the forest demanded sacrifice for blessing, so long ago, her voice was traded for the music of the harp. She was so talented that her woodland home obeyed her; even the trees would bend their knees and give her a place to rest. Years passed, and as they did, so did she pass into nubile form. Her splendid figure sat at her beloved harp that she may play the heart of the forest itself. Her fingers, though calloused, were yet gentle and deft across the strings. Her heart, though all the wood stirred for her, still yearned for a prince. She had seen him by the water's edge, curious of the enchanting songs, but he never stepped a foot's length into the forest. Gathering her courage one day, she beckoned him in to visit her home. As she did so, the forest sprites
Thought from an AssassinI, I am the silent sentinel
I exist and do not exist in this world
I watch over this city
And half their pained screams from the terror
These that hold their bright scepters among a host
They look like men but are wolves in sheep's clothing
I, I am the silent sentinel
Keeping watch over the piazzas of Rome
All for my beloved
Fare Thee WellDear Kit,
The nightingale sings to bid thee well from me as tidings from miles away. Right now I should be in a great lecture hall where the great minds speak and enlighten those of us who are bound to the ground, without wings of our own. But I have no mind to strive for those wings of brilliance just yet. If I fall to the temptation of flying I would never cease, and I would forget the simple joys down here on the ground. Once I start flying, my head would be focused on only flapping my wings to stay aloft. I would not have the chance of sitting and looking up at the sky to marvel at its wonders. No, should I take flight I would not be able to lie upon this rooftop and gaze deeply into the daylight's moon. Have you ever seen such beauty as that? The day moon is so much like a beautiful eye with the sun's shimmer twinkling off in such a majestic silvery grey. And so I imagine you as well and my wish to see you. The nightingale has stopped singing and flown across my and out of my fiel
Summer's PictureOn a late summer day, in a season already past, I lay in the grass of a community park. I spent most of the day staring into the wind-bourne petals of flowers past their bloom. But as I sat up to leave from my place in the grass, I spied something that just caught my attention. A woman rose with an expressive gaze turned toward the buildings of the city, but what interested me was the wish she painted onto her back. With her gold streaked hair pinned up and swept to the side, I could see the snapshot of today's scene tattooed between her gracefully held shoulders. And as a short gust of wind rushed past, the picture seemed to change. The blossoms that the tree held to dearly, toppled away and off into the wind that beckoned to them. Yet the day seemed so benign and welcoming. And so I wished that I could freeze time for a moment just as in her momentary frieze so chiseled onto her supple skin. Thereafter to keep a memory, I traced the path of the trailing ink over the bridge and off in
Here to Find its RestMy soul, my soul shall find rest here
Though I sit in this window sill
While the world turns
And I trace figures into the frosted panes
Though I stay by my viewing seat
The world my everchanging panorama
Still here my soul shall find rest
My soul, my soul shall find rest here
Though my body stays in this room only
Though I can roll around in my soft sheets
And only imagine rolling down a grassy meadow hill
Though I can only imagine the wings of a snow angel
Still here my soul shall find rest
My soul, my soul shall find rest here
Though I may not travel to the great concert halls
Though I may only be able to listen to the transcending innocence
The masters shall play in my absence
But I will never witness the live performance of brilliant transcriptions
Though I shall not join in the chorus of tremulous applause
Still here my soul shall find rest and its peace.
My soul, my soul shall find rest here.
Though I will tread through the valley
My shepherd shall walk beside me
And he shall lea
The Laptop and Canvas NativityDear Kit,
As the time for angelic choirs to sing approaches, you and I paint two different canvases. You for a design painted on a field of spread snow while I bid the season to bring its wonder with fantasy paintings in my head. so while you have your brush caress the surface of your canvas I'll watch and imagine you within your own creation.
Strings of a violin hum out a soft arrangement of "O Come, Emmanuel" as you step into the frozen nativity. With all the care of a mother, you swept your fingers across the brow of a stilled babe then turn to the mother who bore all the ambitions for her swaddled son. You gave her a comforting smile before turning to the stable entrance; there you gently touched the shoulder of the man whose only wish was to hear his son's laugh. Before leaving the scene, you listened, for a moment, to the lullaby the angels and livestock had prepared for the advent of innocence and formed their faces into open odes of joy. And as you w
The Birds Wish to FlyThe birds wish to fly
Over the warm southern lakes
So from their nests made on the forgotten beams of a dock, they wish
One with a broken wing lay in my hands
She's so fragile,
But as I look down at her tufts of down
I can see the resolve in her tiny black eyes
She seems to say, "Will you wait for me and watch me fly?"
"Dearest sparrow, I will wait for you."
The chick moved no more, so I laid her beneath a willow
With that I returned to my hospital bed
As the sun set, I too closed my eyes,
But when I opened them again, I was sitting on that dock bench
With sunset still in my face, I saw a bird fly to me
She perched on my shoulder and welcomed me back
Then I watched her fly away over the warm southern lakes
The birds wish to fly
The Call OutAs I walk through this mountain valley, I will write my call. I'm walking up the stream-bed with rolled up jeans with water weathered pebbles underfoot. Suddenly, I stop and drop to my knees with tears in my eyes. You may not know my story before this or why I am like this, but you know exactly what I am. I am a man whose cornerstone has fallen from its place, and I fell after. Now I lift my head, my eyes, and my arms towards an infinite heaven that seems even farther from me in this valley. The bitter tears roll off my cheek and are swept away from this place by the current. With my eyes closed, my hands raised, and my voice leaving my abandoned heart, I make my call. This is a call for help. This is a cry from the prison of a dire plight. This is a call out. Will you come to my rescue? Will you heed my call?
In Autumn's AuditoriumThe master ever waits upon his late autumn adorned doorstep. The maestro picks up his bow and raises the cello neck to his own in a loving embrace. A moment's pause invites the wind's company. As the wind settles in its tree top balcony seat, an audience of crimson leaves rush to the stage floor for their humble pavement placements. The bow takes its cue and hums out a low baritone song for the mighty forested corridor. The song had it not been for the skill of the master might have pierced an onlooker with a deep seated sorrow, but the tuned cello sang for the yearning heart that passionately played it. A the end of the suite, the wind fell from where it sat on the seat's edge, and a gust tossed the yearning musician's unkempt hair. Recovering itself, the wind settled again, and the master ended his intermission. The second in the setlist was more lofty than the previous and sent notes skyward as in search of his love's whereabouts. Just as the notes returned void, another hum could b
Dear Kit, I fell in love witDear Kit,
I fell in love with you, so I pray you don't leave my side. I say this because you are not with me now, and I miss you. I miss the sincere gaze I see when your eyes and mine meet. I miss the way you toss your hair as you turned in my direction. I miss imagining a hidden smile as you walked ahead of me towards the ice cream shops. I miss the carefree laughs of summer and the warm hugs of winter. A busy life has stolen you away from my loving embrace.
But for now I will keep dreaming. I dreamt of chasing you through a frozen forest after a heated snowball fight in the yard. As you ran away from me, I gave chase, but mid-run I tripped and fell into a frigid snow drift. You'd laugh at my expense, but amidst your laughter, snow from a branch came falling down on yiu. For a moment of disbelief the two of us just sat then broke into simultaneous chuckles at our blunders. But oh the fun at the cost of a face full of snow. That's only one of many a fantasy as I lie i
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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