Ode to Love

Aww, this one feels as though it echoes even more truly more than it did when I wrote it. It is as though the original sentiment not only grew, but reflected and refracted into a dazzling fractal image, blooming from Hope to all the hopes, from tiniest to fully formed. Per Fun (Some Nights)   "Some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle" and this is certainly one of them. I think I'm going to table any further blog reading tonight, and let this one linger with me. Sweet dreams have come for me from much less beautiful sentiments. https://songoflovepiecesofeight.blogspot.com/2020/12/hope-dream-parley.html

I return to the halls, wandering in the dim light. If the pumpkins have a pattern I do not register it, but all the same I am at her door. I reach my hand up and prepare to knock. Just then I hear loudly echoing through the door and halls *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* I stand stunned, how would she know I was here now without a peephole, I wonder? Furthermore, who knocks on their own door!? Before I can even drop my hand she opens the door as she had done the night before, eyes blazing at the intrusion. She sees me and a portion of the fire drops from her eyes, skittering from her feet to the floor and shooting off to either side of me, snaking and crackling down the hall. I turn and watch the two trails leap forth and out of sight, traveling ground, wall, and even ceiling somehow, reminding me almost of wires carrying a charge.    I turn back and realize my hand is still up, prepared to knock, and I notice she's realizing this as well, confused look on her face. I see her perk an ear, ...

I stand outside her door in dark halls, only faintly aware of how I got here, but fully aware that I needn't know the precise path. I place my hand on the threshold and, barely above a whisper, begin.   "The bells, silver bells, will soon take their toll A chime heard just the same for you and me When men first had daughters, pennies they stole When women first had sons, gold filigree   Take all their pain, take every drop, and more Then take your seat and take your crown darling Then consume the blood of who you adore For here life resides and there you must cling   You had to know rebirth and realm crafting In this puzzle were like sibling pieces This grand structure and these blueprints drafting Both you and yours as color increases   Like a rainbow with all of the colors Hopes' facets shine best by//with many others."   With a deep breath I knock on the door, precisely where she said to "find me;" in a moment she answers. A wild woman I expected, her eye...

So Hope's hope blooms too Not as simple as these lines But surely secured While certainly firm There's still a softness in mind One more gap to watch A fissure to form Kindness in delicacy As new teeth are grown For life to make sense Pennies for thoughts and wishes Must still be exchanged For life to have worth It must be by agreement The rate established Marbles and doubloons What use is a measurement With one's scale alone? Neon in the north These colors pulling apart Knots both far and small Then stitch together By my count most tangibly Next branch on the tree 

I finish listening to the song at my place, "Trees" still on my mind. My thoughts go freeform, flowing without resistance, back to my school days when this world's potential felt so much more tangible and unknown all at once. I hear her ask "what did you think of the song?" and my mind sparks to reconcile these differences I am suddenly aware of. I am no longer strictly at my place, but I am at my place and the room from my dream, and The Phoenix's room all at once. Where my mom once sat The Phoenix sits instead, and instead of making a positive remark on another woman's song, the woman sitting here now asks what I thought of her own. "I really enjoyed it, somehow so familiar, although I cannot recall where precisely I had heard it from before. To be honest, from my perspective, it may have been one of those memories which was made now, but embedded itself into my past; still, I would not mind if that is what it had done." She gives me a famili...

Starry night pool reflects the northern lights Echoes of your words ripple on the lake What sort of ends will come from these delights? Simple yet I wonder for its own sake Teeth are not necessary every night Though I am accustomed to their sparkle I have lost my head waiting for the light You brought it back despite cold and dark hall So now side by side we wait on the shore For miracles' sake realms craft and heads fast Red rope intertwining forevermore "Permanence of family" the die that's cast Plan for time saturated eyes to weep At the perfect plan accomplished through eep

Instinctively I head to where she must be, so I might speak with her tonight. I find myself on an overlook in the wilderness, somewhere around midnight. The stars feel like they light the entire landscape, a brilliant canopy that dazzles me. The conspicuous Chevy truck is the only out of place sight on this whisper quiet night. I walk over and place my hand on the car and sigh. "She is not a car." I look around once more before climbing onto the hood; I lay back with my hands behind my head, staring up at the uncounted stars.  "My Hope where have you gone? I know it is not forever, for as long as I know, we will not stay apart, but tonight I feel you gone. Amongst the stars, may you wander but never be lost. May these words on this night, spoken just for you, lead you home wherever you are. Whenever you can I will fly to you I will; whenever you want to fly on home, please do. I carry it with me as I carry you, so you will never be separated from home, and will never be ...

I wander through the halls, scanning for the runes that represent the dreaming room I've seen before and have been to more than once in various places. I know she won't be impossible to find, but will it be difficult to find her? I suspect not, but still search the halls in a kind of timelessness, consciousness just faded until I find my aim. And there it is, just as expected, her door. I snap into focus until I can see the number and frame clearly, so I know I'm in the right state, and then slip a note under her door before *pachoom*ing down the halls of eep. I know she'll see it, I know she'll know what it means, potentially even better than I do, as far as where we need to meet in order to make this part of the dream happen. Is it possible to wake up from a dream with something from it? I can conceive it to be. The question is, can you? And so we each take our halves of this stage to separate and meet, as I fall asleep. I find myself wandering the halls. Remember...