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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704
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She walks closer to the edge. Her eyes flicker; a little wild, a little crazed. Above her head wheels a gull and she longs for those wings, longs for the cold sea air to embrace her as she flies across…across the space of time and into her future. The ocean whispers far beneath her, at the base of the mighty cliff it crawls toward the shore, eager water wanting to know what it feels like to walk on land, to be something other than what it is. Like her, the lost girl: the winter of her soul more powerful than the winter's air she breathed, it craves release from its imprisoning existence. When had she lost her life? That moment was too hard to remember, to pin down to minutes of a clock or even one specific day. Flashes of memory would curse her dreams, slide in between the sheets with her, pricking at her mind with teasing fingers. Only the dream-feelings remained. Subtle, shifting things, glowing green or blue, the feelings interlocked closely with colours, yet lacking shape. She only knows her soul belongs somewhere…else. She possesses it no longer. Has it been given or taken? Who has it? And what was she without it? An empty vessel, a shroud without a body to cover, an oyster without its pearl. Perhaps she could just dive into the dark waters beneath her…but no, the ocean would only embrace her, know her for a sister as lost as herself, confined to her tides. She could not drown without her soul, nor could she live. She was just lost, nothing, a shell of humanity searching for herself, not knowing where to look. Was that the wind or a sigh? Could her body sigh when her very breath was missing? The wind then: free as she and as the ocean longed to be. How long has she stood here, hands clenched tight by her sides, feeling the loss of herself like the tang of lemon juice on a sweetened tongue? When had time ceased to count for her? When his words first entered her mind. On a demon-ravaged day when she had sought to inspire and comfort a stranger she did not know, but was drawn to, drawn to as a moth who longs to vanish its wings into a flame of sweetest pain. She lets the memory slide in, lets it pin her down, stroke her loneliness. She must admit this now, must let the sighing wind swirl away her walls, crumble them soft as sand and open herself to trust. Trust. Her barrier. A word infused with brokeness, lost dreams, smashed heart. And now him. Her soul. Owner of her other part. Apart though. Across that empty, vicious sea, he walks, he lives, breathing the air she doesn't know. What wings were there for her? What futile steps could she make just to reach the side of herself? Empty. Yet full. Alone. Yet known. Two gulls now, screeching above. Two gulls like a sign from a doubted heaven. I, and he, possess those wings, they just have yet to unfold…one day, I will step off the edge of this and into waiting arms, I will reclaim myself and know the only trust I ever have. I will know the sight of my soulmate as I know the blessing of the sun. I will know his face and I will rest. I will find my peace. She thinks this as her eyes search out over the sea, she knows this in heart. KM |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
K- A million emotions are raging inside me this moment. Never in my life have I been so moved. Never. I sit here, staring at this cold screen of silicon and plastic, gripping the pain in my heart and holding it tightly. To me the pain is a blessing, because it represents the only thing that I will lose when we can finally be together. It also serves to fill this aching in my heart until that time. You have written an epic story of my heart, the only difference being the locations of our beaches. Someday we shall walk the same beach, and demons will be silent and pain forgotten. Until then my star, I am with you in my heart if not my body. Chris |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Severn, this is wonderful. Chris is one lucky guy  |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
Indulging my voyeurism is so easy with you two! Severn, I am in awe of the fluidity of your thoughts and your method of expressing them. I believe that not all of it comes from your talent but from he who is your inspiration. ------------------ Now and forever my heart hears ~one voice~. DreamEvil© |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Christopher, we already walk the same shores - they're just in our dreams, that's all. That magic phrase of 'one day...' Hold on to it. |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Ruth - thankyou. But I am the lucky one. Dream - you are so correct, my friend. I've never known the sweet taste of an inspiration like this before. It's like the sting of a bee with honey on it. Thanks for you words. Nice to know you're not alone, hey? |
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Dragoness Senior Member
since 1999-08-07
Posts 513 |
Beautiful and eloquent. Loved this prose.You are both so lucky to have found each other. ------------------ Set you heart free and your mind will follow. |
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Seaangel Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 167Auckland, New Zealand |
There aren't many things that I can say this about, but your story moved me to tears. (BY the way, this is true!!!!!!!) |
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Seaangel Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 167Auckland, New Zealand |
By the way, I wasn't playing with you. I almost cried, and if that isn't praise enough, I don't know what is! (smily face) |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
Aw Severn....girl, you kill me with this.....(head hanging) Do I ever know what you feel.....I sure do. This is absolutely beautiful, as is your love for Chris....you 2 are very lucky indeed...Hold on to that faith of "one day"..... ------------------ I beckon you to come...I lure you with my tongue... - poet FemmeFatale |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
This is so beautiful...I agree that you and Chris are lucky to have found each other. I hope you can be together soon.  ------------------ "Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." -Billy Corgan- |
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CarolineToo Junior Member
since 2018-07-22
Posts 17Florida |
How I miss you, my friend.... |
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