This piece is "Part 5" of a series that was inspired by a poem written by =tytaniafairy It's actually just the fifth stanza - the rest of her poem is reproduced below in its entirety (with her kind permission). And although I was moved by the language of it, I am admittedly unsure about the meaning behind it , so I'm hoping someday she'll explain it to me!
I would like to dedicate this one to for being such a loyal watcher and for surprising the heck out of me with a 3 month subscription whilst I continue to hunt around for contests to enter - lol! Thank you SO much, David - that was very sweet of you! (...sorry I couldn't figure out a way to include a dragon in this pic somewhere ) As for the rest of you, I hope you all like this one! I've got a fresh batch of cookies ready and waiting... If you have a particular cookie request, let me know which kind you'd like
Poem Love Lost by (fave it here if you havent already: [link])
My heart sings of a thousand miseries, And spring never comes over my eyes, My breath starts the day and ends the night, And so brings sleeping in seraph's dream.
Red cold lips shudder, tender to the touch, But such soft rushes of midnight are gone. The only strike of skin is dead, like sullen Cruelty in passions hateful smiles.
Awoke, awaken the soul with wings, The dark character visits in an eclipse of heaven. Alone except shadows crawl out, this apparition Drudges the floor unto my frightened eye.
All dead and the imperial shoulders do shiver, A memory comes to life, a living moment did waiver. Over-friendly and ghastly to my sight, under the waves Of cover, my head were a diadem of tears.
The swelled eyes glisten, the world is broken, A wing is injured and nightmare spun. What will is poor, yet bold it rejoiced - A wall to separate translucent whispers.
Love is the parasite, indured to obey its matter. Last stands are taken away to thunder and made to fall In eerie waves of crimson flame. Burnt out too soon by the coming last breath that t'was slain.
No more midnights, no more sweet kisses at dawn, No more delights in galactic streams to grow. No more this delicate muse to inspire the crooked heart, And no more eternity, and now dies the bosom of me.
So night comes again and again and passes into years, That guest, the dark visitor beckons to swallow me up, Wonders here to kill. And ever do the embers flow, And ever does the music mourn.
Hope she does. By the way, speaking of nothing, I left a message in your porfile some time ago, but never got a reply. Did you miss it or just ignore it? I'm not upset or anything, just curious.
Oh, my! What was it?? I must have missed it or inadvertantly deleted it (sometimes when I delete one thing in my inbox it also deletes the next message, too, for some reason...) I'm so sorry! I definitely would NOT have ignored it, though! Send it to me again and I will attend to it right away
I didn't know if I were to post it on your profile or as a answer...so I did both! I wrote: "Hi, it's me! Again, I'm sorry I haven't looked into your gallery for a long time, but since you're the only user here I really "know" I'd like to ask you a few questions. I have been using this site to and fro for a little more than two months or something, but I hardly know half of all the terms and stuff on it. Could you help me with that?"
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