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Above the line where limitations stop, colours warming, a silence enters again as I am about to view an old friend. A friend who I cannot recognize, for each appearance startles me with the beauty of a new face. Why do they not wonder? The hills have taken my friend for granted.
First a wink, and then a smile. There was my new day, in all its splendor, caressing my forehead and bathing me in yellow light. But something is wrong this day. Something has caused my arms to lock so tightly around me that my breath of fog clouds my view. Breathless and amazed, I continue my stare. A nudge would have toppled me if it were not for my center. Full face to my friend, I feel the coolness of my back turn into a warm and wonderful glow. Suddenly, my arms are pulled away from my chest, opening me up yo a new sense. My friend enters me, as my chest pounds and fills with the fresh morning air.
Never have I had this feeling, my friend has given to me today. So turn, I must, leaving my light for just a moment, to see that which warms me. To my surprise, I know this soul that open me up to a new dawn. An angel, wrapping me in her magnificant wings, allows me just a glimps of her emerald eyes, swiftly spins me back to my friends waiting glow. Basking in the calmness, I am overcome with that which soothes me this day.
A sunrise greeting of another kind. Devine in nature. For today my wholeness is as new as the dawn and more beautiful than the sky. Today an angel shares with me, her passion of togetherness and oneness. Wings blanketing my soul and caressing my being, she sighs and her breath tingles my neck. We are calmly one. We are together. Good morning to the sun.
When I cry… feel my pain,
Be my greatest joy and my darkest
sorrow..
Lay with me on the floor
Basking in the warmth of fire--
Though needing none…
As our own warmth surrounds
us…
Laugh with me til dawn..
Cry with me all night….
Drink wine with me in solitude,
And lift me up in the public…..
Support, challenge, and love
me…
Don't criticize, vindicate,
and damage….
I want to make love to you gently
every morning
And be taken with fierce passion
every night--
Only to awaken every day
With total unfulfilled
lust for you that cannot be satiated…
Not mentally, physically, emotionally,
or sexually…..
I want to be cared for and taken
care of--
I want such comfort as to remove
all expectations---
So that there is only knowing….
Wholly good…
Deeply passionate
Sexually consumed
Intellectually bound
Emotionally one
I want to be allowed to roam
free,
I want no limits--
No cannots--
No vanilla..
This life is so short,
Please come to me,
Fill my heart, my soul, my mind
And my body with you…
I want one who understands my
words….
My purpose… my dreams…
And my soul…….
Where are you?…..
Without you…
I am silently dying inside…
Slipping farther and farther
away…….
God has made you for me…..
I can feel in my soul that I
will not be complete
Until I find u…..and u find
me.
Resting on the mossbound path
I fell into a dream,
and there within my vision came
a path along the stream.
And brushing past the tangles,
there between the trees,
I sensed a darker entrance,
uncovered by the breeze.
Cut into the aged stone,
wide steps led on and down,
past the point of seeing
light they vanished in the ground.
Hesitant was I to see,
yet compulsion drew me near,
and soon the very wondering
dispelled my vaguest fear.
Striking match to light the step
I started on my way,
and there, below encrusted earth
a torch! in lieu of day.
Not seeming as an aged thing
I gave myself a pause.
Was I to be expected guest?
I wondered at the cause.
This was but brief; how could
that be?!
(and still the quest did call:
"here is a flame to light the
path"
and so I left it all.)
Ancient walls of dewy stone
imprisoned my descent
and wrought the question in
my mind
of whence they came and went.
Just ahead I saw a glow;
I headed for the place,
and came upon a wide threshold
carved with a spectre face.
I crossed this sculpted threshold
to a world so dank and cold;
a vault of endless ages
held the somber dead of old.
And there adorned these crumbling
walls
the smoothest plaques of stone...
granite, marble, cut with care
for those whom time does own.
Torchlight flickered slowly,
casting shadows on the wall.
Moisture trickled upon rock
and
mimicked whispered call.
The heart within my breast did
leap
and echoed with each pound.
Within my fear my ears
did hear a multitude of sound.
Who knows what creature wanders
with muffled steps to hide!
Deep within this catacomb
what terror walks inside?
Yet there's the water seeping
from the rock along the wall...
it's nerves, imagination
in the presense of this hall.
I gathered courage closely,
and wrapped it like a veil,
to still the hurried beat of
heart
and some small comfort hail.
Down the rows of polished stone
I glimpsed a wary sight...
a plaque was rendered loose
with time
(or pried off in the night!)
Set inside that tomb of stone,
there I dared not see...
what hint of death? what spoiling
cloth?
encasing what must be.
And drifting through that chamber,
an ill wind touched my face;
chilling breath as cold as death,
alive within this place.
That foul breath sent me ahead,
afraid that I might see
what creature now appeared to
tread
entombed below with me.
Curving walls of silver stone
were revealed by the flame;
passages led far ahead
yet all appeared the same.
Seeking comfort and escape
I longed for light of day,
but as I turned to find the
path
it hid itself away.
Shadows on the cavern walls
reached for sweet embrace
as reason all but left me
(lighting terror on my face).
And here there was no comfort;
no courage left to find.
Lost below the mother earth
I feared I'd lose my mind.
Then from within the ancient
hall
there came a sudden sound
as of a chisel striking rock,
far beneath the ground.
Images of masons
floated through my brain
as the ever-present tapping
played it's cold refrain.
I moved as if in liquid,
running in a dream,
and I knew I would be free
if I could only scream.
The sound shattered the cavern
and brought a golden light;
there upon the mossbound
path the sun was shining bright.
Blinking through the warming
glow
I viewed the silent trees;
the final trace of darkness
fled before the breeze.
But as I sighed in deep relief
ahead my gaze beheld
a trail that ran along a stream...
a path that I knew well.
It was as in my vision,
and in the light of day...
I shuddered at the glimpse of
stone
and turned myself away.
Yet somewhere from the blackness
a chilling cry does mock,
and still I hear the chisel
as it cuts my name in rock.
This finally was what she was to him, what woman was: the essence of all things elemental and enduring. He was overcome with the desire to touch the fine endless centre of her. To find fulfillment in the dark touch of her. He stalked this singular reality in his patience, the deep source of life-fire within her. There was light hidden in the layered curved depths of her soul, and rhythmic movement in her heartbeat. Only through her touch, and she through his could they be healed of this separateness.
Perceiving at last these truths in her, in her body, and in her mind, he waited and was still. She was not yet ready, perfectly ready for him. He had not yet sensed the quiver of her first subtle awareness of him, of her own felt desire to renew his abundant spirit. She held fast to her painful, dark secret, and to the mountain grasses, allowing her skin to experience the warm moistness of the earth, rich with spring. Curve for curve she met the image of herself, feeling the full penetration of the earth, filling her, awakening within her the passion she bound to her heart. She felt him near to her, very near. She felt his eyes on her, seeking her out, and she cried out from her suffering soul. There was not a way to surrender herself to the hard-soft earth, without surrendering to him. He felt a denial of him as he watched her press into the earth, and guard her secrets of pain, yet he was sure and patient.
Their pairing was ancient, a primal force. They were old together. Through her he had come to know the limitless span of the eternal where she travelled concurrently, his past, his present, his future. He knew that her denial was momentary, was necessary. Her early wounds exposed the slow, receptive inner yielding -- she was certain, and she desired him. The wisdom came from her knowledge of him and a seeking to move alone past the darker moments of her denial.
Her artist’s soul traced the lines of his body in the earth’s dust, her breath matching the rise and fall of his lines. The renewal of her spirit was slow in coming but she was nearing contentment as she drew closer to him. He watched her soften deeply into the passive earth. She would become aware of his touch soon. The insistent flame of life’s desire would flare, burning through her walls of silence and protection, licking out toward their becoming one.
Now he experienced the exhilaration of the unknown. As she became more and more aware of him, and he viewed the passing frames of her life, there was a need to know. Would she drop her defenses to say “I am here, this is me”? Would she gift him with her vulnerability and create a new man in him? He became aware of who she was, and in that awareness, he understood she lived in his soul. With that knowledge he reached out to her in love, without fear.
It was this new man she was hunting. For between them there was no prey, only a mutual hunger for the other. He was breathless as he watched her stirring. He sensed her deep restlessness and dissatisfaction -- a disturbance in the peace of her aloneness. A sensation of heat stirred wildly in his blood, slowly, rhythmically, the sound drum-primitive. He waited and was still. Every instinct he owned was certain that the soul of his pure fire would touch her, and begin in her the dream of him. He wanted her to match beat for beat the sound of his own blood. She stretched fully, like an aroused cat. Watching and listening, her force shocked him. That force met him as he moved to touch her with his silent stillness. Finally. Perfectly. It was that which he saw so starkly and vividly in her eyes as she turned to meet him. The great mystery which bound them to each other in this hunter’s valley. The man and the woman; moving them beyond the familiar terrain of their private lives out into the wilderness of their history.
She rose suddenly from her earthy bed, and he saw her light; flamelike and golden. Her hair the colour of ripe wheat in the sun. She moved slowly, as in a dream toward him with a strange wildness around her. He felt their passion in every pore of his being. As she came to him, she extended her hands and turned them to the blue sky. He took those hands of peace and touched his lips to each palm, her scent filling his nostrils. She faced him, circling his waist and moving closer, moulding her length to his, resting her head against the pounding urgency of his heart. His fingers stroked the silk of her hair, whispering endearments to her wounded soul. His lips pressed against her forehead, and he moved errant strands of hair back as he traced with brushing kisses the lines of her face, the corners of her eyes. Her eyes saw him as new but not unknown. At last he moved to her upturned mouth, barely touching, moving with lingering intimate contact from side to side. He teased her lips, relishing in her need to kiss him. All their excited waiting was lost to him in this discovery. The warm rushes of their mingling breath, this slow, undemanding meeting of minds and mouths.
The emptiness of separation dissolved in this meeting breath for breath. She touched his sensitive, beautiful mouth, drawing her fingers around and in between their kisses. Her fingers searched the broad lines of his face, stopping in his golden hair, curling and winding it around her fingers. The still, silent touching of their lips changed in intensity until they seemed of one breath. There was so much to find in each other. They sought within the truth of their bodies for the knowledge of who they were to each other, until finally, even that seeking, through the breath, lips and hands, ceased. They could not know the other beyond the senses and it no longer mattered; they were surely all men and all women in this hunting of each other.
He was hard and full against her softness. A deep burning pulse began in her, creating an opening in her once cool completeness. She had never opened her heart, her body, her soul before this. She was startled by the intensity of the rings of fire dancing within her core. She felt she could ride the edge of the flame endlessly. He sensed her opening. Their breathing came in passionate waves, quickening to the light surrounding them. His arms drew her closer in subtle command. Her response was a sealing arch into his frame. He pulled away to seek out her eyes, soft with love, and moved again to cover her mouth with his, breathing and kissing the words from her heart. He caressed her curving softness down to the alive centre, moving gently, circling the fiery point of her passion until sweet nectar covered his searching fingers.
He looked into her clear, honest eyes and moved over her, moulding into the hollow of her hips. She ran her fingers over the satin hardness, drawing him into her, over her, around her. He understood the place she had come from. That closed, dark place of emptiness. He pressed gently into her flower of passion, feeling her yield like a ripe peach. That they were opening their lives to each other was a miracle of pleasure. Again, they were still -- as the first touching of their lips. He had at last found her again. At last touched the deep blood centre of her. He wanted never to move again, for she fit over and around him in perfection. This eternally unknown woman who was his own among all others. She heard the silent voice of his soul, and wept.
Time fell over their stillness. A rhythm of harmony, a movement so perfect in its flow, it pulled them deeper. Their hunger brought them to a pitch of active seeking, until their bodies and minds were in accord. She wanted to be held gently like a full and open flower. She wanted his mouth to touch the hollow of her throat where he would feel her heartbeat on his lips.
The sun was on them now but sunlight dimmed beside their own. They lay together, still, while the last quick movements within her quieted against his flesh. After this time of immense quiet, she held his dear body in peace and surrender. His face was hidden in her hollow, and she felt his breath in the pulsebeat of her heart. New life was born in them, newer than the earth’s gracious giving, a hopeful stirring in their centres. They were part of all life around them, and all of the natural forces of nature glowed and glistened between them. The sweet scent of their mingled bodies was moved on a warm rush of breeze, and they breathed deeply of themselves in effortless joy.
He tasted the salt-sweet liquid of her body, as he laid his head against her womb. He curved around her back now, resting, sculpting himself to her moist body. His arms crossed over her breasts. She played her fingertips over the fine hairs of his belly, so lightly, as to not touch his skin. She imagined she was blind, memorizing him, touching him, to know him thoroughly through that one sense alone. She was imprinting him on her hand. She was discovering him. His heart felt such compassion, for he saw how fragile they were in life. Their tears were for the sweet, abundant earth, and for each other. They walked through the valley palm to palm, knowing each other’s truths and the comfort of each other’s presence. They are commited to the soul hunt, known through time, their bond knowing no rival.
Everything comes home now. He fills her like silence fills daydreams, like water fills a bath, caresses and lifts her like a gentle rain. All the points where they met before, they meet again. Nipples hard against his chest, neck soothed with butterfly kisses, hip, hollow, and thigh. They meet again. Reclamation of both sends a sweet surge down her belly; he connects her poles. The two make the circuit complete. Riches of the night are the meat of this nearness. He has found her now. It goes and it goes, this soul-rocking, flesh against flesh mooring of the spirits. She calls out to him, every cell, every pore, and they are arrested with a sobbing oh! Here is that moment of truth. Freed from speech he fastens all his loving. He buckles in and buckles down in delicate refrain. She can feel the fullness, the effort, her emptiness slipping away. He finds a new language, a new place to speak from. She grows moist while running fingers over the great cage of his ribs. The braid of muscle in his arm. The lines of his back. She's pulled into a spell of his remembered scent. Natural, clean, pure. The fine light scratch of evening whiskers on her neck. The sweet, honest smile of kindness. His soft and easy, slow hand.
I come to Chelsea Gardens, Sir,
to seek the calm and quiet.
For my sweet Abby, in her sleep,
did pass this very night.
I care not for your story, Sir,
nor any company.
I only wish for Abigail, and
that shall ne'er more be.
Chilled night was black as black
can be, no stars, no moon to see.
No breeze to lift my spirit
from a dismal blackened sea.
Step by heavy lonely step, my
burdened heart did wander slow
To Chelsea Garden set with stone
by lover's long ago.
With whispered words and softened
smile, the apparition's hand
Did rest upon my shoulder calm,
in gentle reprimand.
My lantern light beams through
the night, for all who love, said he
Its glow that breaks the darkness
here, can make your eyes to see
That love has found its soul
unbound in death when lover's part.
To find the love you soon have
lost, need only seek your heart.
Oh ghost, I see that in your
words, your spirit means no harm.
I then shall hear your story,
Sir. He stood and took my arm.
Walk with me through Garden
dark. Your troubled thoughts be mine.
Give up your pain for Abigail
for this a shortened time.
A time long past two lovers loved,
a love as pure as gold.
Their soul's were pure, their
hearts secure, their passion young and bold.
Stephan, his name, to Chelsea
came, with love to take her hand.
In marriage they did consumate
their love upon this land.
Well known to all within the
realm, young Chelsea's garden here,
Became a place for love's caress
for lover's far and near.
With hues of golden daffodils,
where many lover's wed,
Young Chelsea planted love's
own heart, a rose of velvet red.
Sweet Chelsea sang her garden
songs with singing birds in spring.
She planted, furrowed, worked
and dreamed a rose to Stephan bring.
For many months she toiled in
love, the perfect bloom she sought.
So many textures, shapes and
hues, would yield the rose she thought.
The Garden came to be the place
where angels rested near
A heart of love, as from above
they sang their hymns of cheer.
It's charm and beauty, restful
shades, gave peace to all that came.
A Garden full of love was born
that carried Chelsea's name.
Then on a sunny morning day,
like sunbeams dancing wild,
She spun her round and round
again, like Cupid's playful child.
Her thrilling eyes gazed on
the bush. Near yonder gate it stood.
Her red red rose had bloomed
that morn as Chelsea knew it would.
With trembling hand she plucked
the rose and smiled as angels flew.
Inside she ran. In Stephan's
hand, she placed the rose she grew.
My Love, said she, this rose
of red, is all my love for thee.
My token for a sweet sweet man,
who's love was give to me.
His eyes beheld a perfect bloom,
a sublte softened red.
Its petals formed bouquets of
hearts. It's beautiful, he said.
He touched its softness with
his cheek then placed it near his heart.
Said he, my Love, this lovely
rose shall never let us part.
Their love did grow. The realm
did see that ne're were lover's so
As much in love as Chelsea and
her Stephan. They did know
Love that's born of hearts entwined
gets stronger as it grows.
And Chelsea's heart shone brightly
in a glistening velvet rose.
Stephan sailed cross the sea
one day and left young Chelsea 'lone.
But 'fore departing, placed
a lamp on Chelsea's gate of stone.
My lantern light beams through
the night, for you my love, said he
Its glow that breaks the darkness
here, can make your eyes to see
That love has found its soul
unbound in life when lover's part.
To find the love that soon has
left, need only seek your heart.
Life's lengthy woven strands
of time, slow motion thoughts of woe,
Tore at the core of Stephan's
heart. Six months passed long and slow.
Long last his duty done he sailed
on fastest ship at sea,
Til once again he stepped ashore
his love he did not see.
A local townsman met him there.
The docks were solemn still
With slow deliberate, thoughtful
steps, they climbed a distant hill.
In Chelsea garden she did lie,
her bossom touched the land.
With love and beauty she did
die, red rose within her hand.
The townsman told young Stephan
how a vicious cur went wild
And entered garden in a fit
and charged their week old child.
Sweet Chelsea stepped between
the two, her life mad cur did part.
But not before sharp garden
sheers pierced through aggressor's heart.
A dark and cloudy gloomy sky,
the storms of love did send,
As mournful screams from Stephan's
heart were carried on the wind.
His body lurched atop the hill
with wretched pain and grief
That sent a chill through all
below, a cold beyond belief.
They watched him as he shred
his clothes and tear the skin apart
Attempting to relieve the pain
that burned within his heart.
He ran from crests to lower
town and raced to garden keep
There sitting til the sun went
down, for Chelsea he would weep.
Tears, so many lonely tears,
young Stephan cried that night.
When darkness overcame his soul,
he lit the lantern light.
Beside the gate, a rose appeared,
where none had been before
It's velvet red glowed in the
light, at Stephan's heart it tore.
For in the beauty of the rose,
soft memories of his wife
Did conjure up sweet Chelsea's
voice, she spoke of love and life.
With trembling hand young Stephan
plucked the rose from garden's limb
And as he placed it near his
heart, a warmth encompassed him.
The voice that spoke so soft
and low, young Stephan had not feared
But in the dark, rose to his
heart, an appartition 'peared.
His heart paced fast. In front
of him stood Chelsea in the light
Reached out her hand and touched
his face and kissed him in the night.
The rose, said she, is of my
love, and all my love for thee
Much like the lantern that your
love has lighted just for me
Your lantern light beams through
the night, for all who love, said she
Its glow that breaks the darkness
here, can make your eyes to see
That love has found its soul
unbound in death, and like this rose,
You'll find the love you soon
have lost, is love that only grows.
You're story sir, does touch
me deep, I told the ghost of night.
But what did happen to the child,
and what of Stephan's fright?
I watched as ghost did slowly
walk to garden's gate, and he
Touched the empty bush beside
the gate, then smiled at me.
My father Stephan brought me
here and talked with Chelsea's ghost
Throughout the night they whispered
long of love they cherished most.
And when the morning light of
sun shone distant o'er the gloom,
My mother, Chelsea, promised
to return when rose did bloom.
The legend tells how Chelsea's
love, in velvet rose did keep
A fever from it's victim when
I almost died in sleep.
And how her love did magic grow
the love of lover's dear
When vows they shared within
the walls of Chelsea's garden here.
This lantern light will always
shine for lovers everywhere.
This bush beside the garden
gate will bloom in spring each year.
And lover's coming from afar
will know that here was born
The love of loves that's only
found when love breaks through the morn.
The ghost of Stephan's only son
did leave me with my pain.
And once alone I thought of
Abby, my sweet love again.
The story told was of such love
that she and I had known.
My saddened silent mournful
cry went through the night alone.
I strolled through Chelsea's
garden slow, the ghost still haunting me.
My love for my sweet Abigail,
with strength would always be,
A love much like young Stephan's
love that for the bloom did wait,
Each spring as velvet rose did
grow on bush nearby the gate.
This winter night my heart did
vow to walk this garden when
The spring would bring the velvet
rose to touch a heart again.
When on departing through the
gate, my eyes did faintly see
In glimmer of the lantern light,
a rose that should not be.
My steps were frozen in that
instant, heart did pound inside.
Growing where the ghost had
touched the bush, a rose I spied.
It's velvet red glowed through
the dark. It's brillance in the night
Did catch the glimmering sparkling
shine of Stephan's lantern light.
With trembling hands and watering
eyes I leaned near there to see.
The long stemmed rose of velvet
red was surely beckoning me.
I plucked the flower from the
bush, my countenance was pale
When I looked through the garden's
gate and saw my Abigail.
With cautious hands I lifted
rose to touch my rising chest
And saw the ghost of Abigail,
a rose upon her breast.
These roses are for us, said
she, from lovers long ago.
I'll kiss your lips with whispered
words so you will always know,
This lantern light beams through
the night, for all who love, said she.
Its glow that breaks the darkness
here, can make ones eyes to see
That love has found its soul
unbound in death when lover's part.
To find the love you soon have
lost, need only seek your heart.
From this day forward in the
spring, to you my love bestows
The love that's found in lantern's
light and in this velvet rose.