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John R Member
since 2000-12-14
Posts 141Toledo OH 
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Lethe He walked the shores of Lethe, shadow-less, since the rains of April washed away all hope. Water lapped the rocks of despair, like ripples of echoes mocking the past. "O Love, why have you forsaken me?" He cried, as he bent to the river to drink. "Let death be my release from pain, if love is the curse, bringing to my ears the whisper of her voice, as only an echo of the past." "Scatter to the four winds my memories, but leave me one, one memory of her face." Tears splashed insignificantly against the sands of the time-washed shore, only to be erased by the on-coming waves of the River of Sorrow's Release. "I hear the voice of my sin, now I suffer the price of my soul, for I could not save myself, from myself," he wept. Lips touched soothing waters, waves of past memories coursed through his mind. A flash......a rose clutched in hand, lips touching gently the lips of the rose, (a beauty reminding him of her) but his eyes saw blood drip from its silver thorns. Time the devourer of all things remembered till death..... his enemy, for he will never forget her eyes. Eyes, that brought sunrise to the shadow of longing. A yearning undefined, a dream afraid of waking, in a nightmare's reality. He could not drink. Now in this place, where Time's cruel hand no longer touches the future. He looks to a place where sky meets earth, searching the place, where light and darkness meet, longing to say words, that could never express the feelings he has for her.....hoping some how, she will hear his words. "Know that you are the love God put here to shine on me. I dwelled in your light, your love, your beauty. I walked to the very edge of my existence to be close to you. Look to the horizon and think of me and somewhere in between our thoughts will meet. Know that I will be there at this place, where light and darkness meet, waiting for your light and in the dawn of a new day, we will meet again, for out of the depths of despair I will climb, if our dreams would but touch in flight for one more moment. God willing, I will take you hand-in-hand and together our souls will fly through eternity. For now, his battle rages within the nights; Sleepless, his torment ripples at his heart, a heart scarred by Fates cruel hand. A hand, that wove his braid with a broken strand, over-lapped with a braid stained with fear. A fear, that this love could not fight. His life, a flash before his eyes final closing. A brief, but lasting love, found....but at the wrong time. The beginning; a moment, a meeting, a joining of two souls on the journey through heart-break and the sorrow, the pain of love denied, betrayed. A trial of unconditional love tested to its end, a tragic ending, but.... maybe the beginning of a new day. If a dream touches us, it exists to us as anything else that touches us. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
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This just happens to be one of my favorite themes from mythology. (Methinks I've worn a path down to that river, too...) "and the sorrow, the pain of love denied, betrayed. A trial of unconditional love tested to its end, a tragic ending, but.... maybe the beginning of a new day." We can only hope. And sometimes that is all that's left--grin... Enjoyed the introspect, here, John. I look forward to more of this! |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This is wonderful, John R, and I am adding you to my library... every line had some meaning for me...I will come back to read this again and again, and hope to see much more from your pen... thank you... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
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. "Let death be my release from pain, if love is the curse, bringing to my ears the whisper of her voice, as only an echo of the past." "Scatter to the four winds my memories, but leave me one, one memory of her face." Tears splashed insignificantly against the sands of the time-washed shore, only to be erased by the on-coming waves of the River of Sorrow's Release. "I hear the voice of my sin, now I suffer the price of my soul, for I could not save myself, from myself," he wept. Lips touched soothing waters, waves of past memories coursed through his mind. A flash......a rose clutched in hand, lips touching gently the lips of the rose, (a beauty reminding him of her) but his eyes saw blood drip from its silver thorns. Time the devourer of all things remembered till death..... his enemy, for he will never forget her eyes. Eyes, that brought sunrise to the shadow of longing. A yearning undefined, a dream afraid of waking, in a nightmare's reality. He could not drink. Now in this place, where Time's cruel hand no longer touches the future. He looks to a place where sky meets earth, searching the place, where light and darkness meet, longing to say words, that could never express the feelings he has for her.....hoping some how, she will hear his words. ============== WOW!!! this is amazing ... very very well written and conceived ... fantastic weaving of imagery and story enchanting in it slightly haunted, tormented love story. excellent ... indeed take care jm Some people find subtlety in strangers if you find anything~let me in Your eyes~you see everything my eyes~I see it all together now~and I know |
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John R Member
since 2000-12-14
Posts 141Toledo OH |
To Serenity Thank you for taking the time to read this was a bit long, but it is kind of a piece of a story. The river Lethe is also a Favorite of mine. Sometimes I wonder if I would drink. The underlying story here is true. I can't forget her eyes. To Sunshine thank you also for reading. I write as I feel and I tie in what I know to relay those feelings in different ways. To Janet yes this story has its base in truth and they are just an expression of my feelings. It is long story. If a dream touches us, it exists to us as anything else that touches us. |
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