Silver Shadows rise and flow;
In a Landscape they don't know.
Where true love calls,
and true love hears,
and time is measured not in years.
Where true love seeks,
and true love finds;
It is the Landscape of the Mind.
They say a Thousand Years have passed, Since the day I held you last.
They say a Thousand Miles divide, And yet we're walking side by side.
In the Landscape of the Mind
For Time and Space mean Nothing here; And True Love's Hope, Drives Out All Fear. It is a Place where Shadows Glow, and Love's True Face , You may safely show.
It is the Landscape of the Mind;
Where True Love Seeks, and True Love Finds. Where True Love Calls and True Love Hears; and True Love's Hope Drives out all Fears.
It is a Place where Shadows Glow,
and True Love's Light will clearly show;
Heart to Hear, and Mind to Mind,
It is the Landscape of the Mind,
Where True Love Seeks and True Love Finds.
As I lurked in the chamber behind the wall of the larder I reflected on my situation. I needed a way to observe my hosts without risk of discovery until the time was right for revealing myself. Assuming such a time ever came. After all if my fellow "Grendels" had been in the service of the Yuun-Xi... Well, odds were good that normal humans would have good reason to fear us.
So, back to the problem of observation. I closed my eyes and stilled my mind. And after a few moments found that I could hear the voices of the people in the cabin almost as clearly as if I were still just behind the larder door.
"...is packed, except for those carvings that weren't finished drying."
"Good, good. Now sit down and eat your breakfast. The WaveRunner isn't due to reach port until tomorrow morning; Ishmael. And we have a good half day of travel before us. If you must fret about meeting Elizabeth, do it tomorrow, when you are going to meet her."
"It's not that, father. Well, maybe a little. But, Well, The Wave Runner is a good ship and all...But..."
"...The sea is a dangerous place. I'll not deny it. That's why I'm Isaac the Farmer these days; where I can get by seeing with my hands rather than my eyes. But that was one mishap out of years at sea."
*peeks in, trying to sneak by unnoticed* Well. Five years. Talk about a hiatus! I suppose this challenge is very very inactive by now, but maybe I'll keep going, nevertheless... I think I left off on #8. Here are three more. Maybe I can make up for lost time in bulk.
I miss the scent of newness,
The ache of growth,
Where passion meets reality
Where adolescence folds into adultery
The twisting of like minds, like bodies,
Twisting around taboos
Celebrated at every turn by bodies born of lust.
I miss the scent of night,
The pain of smiling,
At every little thing,
At the essence of debauchery
The forging of new bonds, new loves,
Forging old hopes
Into daydream fantasies of bodies born by faith.
time rolled backwards yesterday,
tick-ticking the milliseconds slowly,
turning off the tumultuous torrent,
taming the lies, the loves,
tempering the deepest wishes,
terminating the turmoil tenderly,
til time stood still...
and we breathe again.
There's not enough medication
To undo the alcohol cravings
To pacify my longings
To make me forget you
I have only tears
Where joy was
Pathetic whispers of loss
Need buried deep in the marrow of my soul
A lodestone pulls me toward ruin
As I waste a way to nothingness
Dreaming of what could have been
Of what will never be.
Thanks for reading, folks. Life is, as always, a constant source of inspiration. Not always positive inspiration, but inspiration nonetheless. Until later...