oh my oh my
edited: Thursday, March 27, 2003
By Nessa Sharon Miller
Posted: Thursday, March 27, 2003
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400 letters my love and i wrote ..read if you wish..
ahhh, the frogs are singing their songs tonight, and i must tell you in this note, as i did before, number eight is sooo special to me, each line, each word, each expression, so dear i hold them, dear you are, if ever two were one, then surely we, truly, thanks be to all nature's forces and every other kind, for us, each time i've read it tears have come to my eyes n' smiles into my heart, not to mention the soul, the soul is so happy tonight, blissfully, as i sense same of yours, the dogs think i'm gone lol, coming around to see why i'm laughing, i've 'gone t' the dogs', me, writing this whilst you sleep, n' get your rest, ahhh, yes, my soul knows yours well, as well yours knows mine, it is weird sometimes isn't it? to meet yourself? the two of us? the one of us? meet me meet you; meet you meet me; here we are, so again, in answer to some of the questions posed in this most charming write to me, write of yours, yes, huge yes, of course. i see the reflection and am loving it, n' in all of them, each shared caringly written passage, you touch me so very deeply in this new way, your passion and love of language to match my own, 'if words had wings all my thoughts would fly to you' they do babe, and what your doing is wonderful, yet, as sure as blood runs in our veins, i had to experience this perhaps but once, depends what you think, i do love the feel of it, just whatever comes to my mind, free write, a letter as of the days of old, think in terms of my black chancery, and celtic myth papers, what i usually use, or put it up on wordpad, ahhh, write on, feel me, words are flowing like the wild river down in the bottomlands, and from up here like crystal clear lucid streams of thought, that are brought with the rains i place my toes in, sparking in the glints of sunshine after the rains come, wide n' muddy the main river sometimes, yet ever it flows, n' the pinks n' blues of the sunsetts each night in the skies make me think of you, every night i send you my heart upon the breezes, i send you my beautiful mornings as i stand outside in misty etheral ancient clouds, the sun coming always from the east, slow to rise yet then it is a vivid bursting, it forever rises, a symphony of colours mornin' n' evenin', your day my night, my night your day, again, i say, we are in the land of the midnight sun, we are always growing, changing, moving, for like the morning glories n' moon flowers planted and grown side by side, ever is our colour, life, blossoms, beauty, what is life but love? for every deepened sorrow and pain known and shared the happiness of life is that much fuller and richer, deeply deeper inside, like the core of the earth; now a seedling, our little tree reaching out for that brightness, *stretching*..as always into my soul, are you, you are so beautiful, this reflection has been with me from you from the start of us, when was that, four months ago.... four years ago.... four decades ago.... longer? ....four milleniums? how long is a millenium? spirits traveling through time, silently together, side by side, each the other we adore, feeling one another, yet in a void for a spell? an earlier blackness now filled with beauty and brilliant light of one's soul, ahhh, that nothingness, n' meeting up again n' saying hello? is that who we are? we said 'hello' and knew right away the connection, you me; me you, yes. of course. so much more i could say, yet i would rather listen now, than to take each line written to the world, and put in my reflection, my two cents seems meaningless right now, because as you write i feel you already know my answers, hearing me inside your heart, knowing me in your soul, your mind a spark that has turned into a flaming gorgeous creativity of beauty, i love you, am only a breath away, breathe, breathe, breathe in the gentle freshness and wonder of the night, one who was always with you, like fe and bo? awww we have left them, hmm.. what am i doing? i will never forget, 'what maddness is this?' hehe, n' for evermore will be, oh, darlin'
p.s. i do not love you because i need you; i need you because i love you. xxx..
"I will live in thy heart,
Die in thy lap,
And be buried in thy eyes."
~Shakespeare~ "Much Ado about Nothing"
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