The loop-hole, the swiveling door, the sluice of other dimensional time, the key to the mystic "crossing" of hearts and souls across centuries encountered here in the XVIth, the 80th rub'ai...
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Sixteen
Who dreamed this dream also dreamed he was dreaming all alone:
Tail-end swish of winds barely pulled up the lukewarm afternoon
Cob love-bound with pen from Down Under clad in ruby and black
Emerged among mute and complacent bevy of milk-white bone
Was it the dream of the Other Self? Or the love-lorn Bard’s?
Dreaming they’d for an instant slip through the sluice of Time’s guards
To ease the pain of a locked-in fateful reality bane
Are there as many universes as there are caring gods?
Two teenage mates promised by parents with an eye on lineage
Linked in self-contained charm among feathered-kind old adage
All conscious of their bridal status’ precious caste crimson stakes
Their marriage to recognise children romped at the water’s edge
Two darling loving non-Mutes on their first and last honeymoon
Come from the nether world’s unbroken Darwinian festoon:
Bienvenue! Welcome! Sing songbirds all cloaked in cosy warmth!
We drink to this untarnished couple! O! See Ol’ Khayyam swoon!
All knew ‘tis but the Old Bard in disguise with his Lady Lake
All incarnate in stolen time during their one summer’s wake:
What the purest in heart desire most even stern Gods relent
To watch out of envy what holy emotion can truly slake!
High school student Kevin Borden has a secret and his name is Louis Lannegan. He also has an overbearing mother. A tale of coming out in the shadow of parents and friends. Award winning novella.
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