There he goes again, crossing his arms as if to challenge me. “I know, I know,” I sigh, but our blue eyes don’t escape our gazes willingly. “The trench coat stays on.”
Seven times her heart, her soul, is pierced. Seven times over, her Son flicks His wrists.
Said Snow to Ice, “Reputation precedes me.” And Ice replied for Snow, “I will be your coldness, that no one else may see. Come dry these eyes, leave the world to me.”
For fun, here’s some silly ideas for what Mayli wasn’t privy to in 12 years. A throwback to older Dremael stories from my childhood, quite different to the anthology version within early adolescence. Amatialle and Thetadaison weren’t the dyad she imagined!
Faint moons light droplets
Crisp and brisk. See your call.
Tendrils uncoiling the feather’s sheath.
Snow roses strained and toil;
Turned their falls,
Ushering wisps and suns.
Gurgling, bubbling dews. Frothy clouds and mosaic mists.
That verdant shaft beams fro and toward.
“I dreamed this.”
— Oh? What did You dream?
“I dreamed these.”
— Wrestle with glances, coy Your thoughts be.
Begone, your doubts, to how you’ve seen
Come, lead before us
Your Dream glimpses keen.
Fire so lovely, lighten one’s sheen
— “I’m warmed here tonight. Tomorrow’s Your dreams.”
The trained fighter’s most honoured opponent is another trained fighter. The trained fighter’s most honourable opponent is the untrained seeker.
Asking me questions tempts me for lies. It’s Daedalus who holds my sighs.
Christian wives are not equated with slaves, and the master-slave dynamic is described and advised upon in theological and sociological manners dissimilar to the husband and wife. A look at Ephesians and 1 Peter.
My pen halts, my fear overcomes. And here we have the mystic’s song.
To deny the fruits of history is to deny the trees of history.
Why must you spend your aching nights, contemplating this caged bird, chirping gaily? You say, “He sings to be freed.” She replied, as she murmurs beyond your sight, “He sings to remind me. I, too, will be home.”
I’d become a trailblazer. So what if it’s lonely. I’d sit in a hall of fame someday. These folks should shine. I’ll make them shine so bright that this world can’t help but notice.
Conversational dialogue, storytelling, sharing, humming and song in solidarity, hugs and tears and dripping stars. Someone, a figure, catches my gaze, standing at the world’s edge, watching, waiting, steadied.
Aren’t you cute. Poking through the books in this shop, so shy, incredibly timid, aren’t you? You want to check out the new release, don’t you? Just ask those university kids to step out of your way. But no, you’re too polite. It’s why I’m not telling you who I am. Yeah, I’m your bestie […]