T3
…and they’ll be no catching him this time.
A quiet illumination, feathered and glistening in and out and among the wavy, dancing reeds. Yes, it shimmered and yes, it wasn’t shy about it either. Not loud and brash, of course. Rather, a demur passing, eyes flashing momentarily under the wreath of light cast off by the overhead streetlamp. So softly did it touch, a gentle caress causing the heart to flutter, to warm over and swell and ever so proud of the prolonged effect of it all.
Casually, as if not a care beyond this very moment, I made to reach out, offering a sincere yet slightly cautious greeting. Something caught my attention from out of the corner of my eye and there was nothing demur about it, I fear. Merely steeping that climatic interaction in barrage of memories, telltale ways of how and why we ended up at this point and forgiveness unfolded with intent, just was not going to cut it this time. I genuflected… my reflection a lie.
It is not this way, is it? Not surely will the horizon once again rise and greet the dawn off in the distance. Not surely will we rely on the worse, if the reverse were true. It wasn’t as it was how I remembered it and it wasn’t going to be how it was remembered either. Because it, that filament burning with such quiet illumination, is new. As real as the worse lie ever told and as essential to the blood, the lifeblood of all it interacted with and lay its presence upon.
Musical accompaniment: 'The Lacemaker’ (Extended version)’ - This Mortal Coil.
T3
…and they’ll be no catching him this time.
A quiet illumination, feathered and glistening in and out and among the wavy, dancing reeds. Yes, it shimmered and yes, it wasn’t shy about it either. Not loud and brash, of course. Rather, a demur passing, eyes flashing momentarily under the wreath of light cast off by the overhead streetlamp. So softly did it touch, a gentle caress causing the heart to flutter, to warm over and swell and ever so proud of the prolonged effect of it all.
Casually, as if not a care beyond this very moment, I made to reach out, offering a sincere yet slightly cautious greeting. Something caught my attention from out of the corner of my eye and there was nothing demur about it, I fear. Merely steeping that climatic interaction in barrage of memories, telltale ways of how and why we ended up at this point and forgiveness unfolded with intent, just was not going to cut it this time. I genuflected… my reflection a lie.
It is not this way, is it? Not surely will the horizon once again rise and greet the dawn off in the distance. Not surely will we rely on the worse, if the reverse were true. It wasn’t as it was how I remembered it and it wasn’t going to be how it was remembered either. Because it, that filament burning with such quiet illumination, is new. As real as the worse lie ever told and as essential to the blood, the lifeblood of all it interacted with and lay its presence upon.
Musical accompaniment: 'The Lacemaker’ (Extended version)’ - This Mortal Coil.