The Red Scarf

It was the red scarf that begged for my attention. She is never without as she sways back and forth during interpretation, never without. She is an image in my mind I see during the fall of a dream, an image walking toward the door; swaying, enticing, holding a red scarf around her seamless neck with the fingers of her delicate hands,  it is within the confines of a soft summer storm,  gulls off course in the distance, I see her  in the wind effortlessly just she and the wind. I gaze directly at her vanishing silhouette in the darkening room and suddenly, she is gone…

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The Mystic is Nine

“Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic” -Van Morrison

Christmas… A Kinder Word

Again the Ghost sped on, above the black and heaving sea… on and on… until, being far away, as he told Scrooge, from any shore, they lighted on a ship. They stood beside the helmsman at the wheel, the lookout in the bow, the  officers who had the watch; dark ghostly figures in their stations; but every man among them hummed a Christmas tune, or had a Christmas thought, or spoke below his breath to his companions of some bygone Christmas Day, with homeward hopes belonging to it. And every man on board, waking or sleeping, good or bad had had a kinder word for one another on that day than on any day in the year; and had remembered those he cared for at a distance and had known that they delighted to remember him.   -Charles Dickens- ‘A Christmas Carol’.

Solstice

“The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart.” -Helen Keller  

In The Advent of Starship

On Christmas eve our pilgrim finds himself in a land far north of anything he has ever seen…

The Shirt of Flames

“ Love is extravagant, in the price, it is willing to pay, the hardship it is willing to endure, and the strength it is willing to spend. Love never thinks in terms of “how little”, but always in terms of “how much”. Love gives, love knows, and love last…”
-Unknown

Arianrhod

We began our romance deep within the confines of a world we conjured from the depths of our harmonious souls; a land of green pastures, thick forest; days of bright sunlight; afternoons of gentle rains and at nightfall, a celestial array whose radiance was only diminished by the luminosity emanating from my beloved. Call it Eden, Shangri-La, or Valhalla; we were its only inhabitants and the sole owners of all we felt for each other. The moat around our paradise was deep with swift currents, the bridge drawn and tied up, and no one dared to trespass who might take it away, for we were otherworldly and human prowess ceased to have any power here.

There Was To Be A Wedding

“Go on and break you crazy heart” -Hank Williams

And it’s another battle of the Heart versus the Head…

Sir Gawain and The Perilous Bed

“ Love is extravagant, in the price, it is willing to pay, the hardship it is willing to endure, and the strength it is willing to spend. Love never thinks in terms of “how little”, but always in terms of “how much”. Love gives, love knows, and love last…”
-Unknown

Oceans

And at the end of the day
When the oceans kiss the sky
And the sky turning the deepest blue
Where the vast array of stars in the night sky
Give sight to the moon holding ancient secrets 
The meeting of an endless ocean to an endless horizon.
It is here that one can embrace the vastness of the universe
And it is here I shall stay….. jc