there is a place…

there is this place that i have been venturing to of late.. is a place of solitude… it is calm.. tranquil.. very serene… it is a place where the waters are like glass.. the surface a reflection perhaps of the quietness that is residing within me..

the sun is low on the horizon, yet still bright in all it’s golden glory.. casting shadows that are both warm and cold.. crevices of the mountains are colored in a rich lavender.. painted to deep purple as the sun moves lower in its journey..

in looking at this scene, i can’t help but wonder of the facade that is being portrayed.. for within the murky depths of calm waters, where its colder.. and darker.. the liquid moves enmass… swirling further down and within it’s own vacuum…

much like the raging fury that is neslted within me at the moment.. it is quiet.. but i feel it.. for i am trembling.. the pit of the belly is quivering as if in anticipation of something about to happen.. and perhaps it is.. i don’t know..

or perhaps is just the mood of late insomuch of being still between that place known as lost and found.. the shadows play hide and seek until all is shrouded in subtle twilight.. pastel pinks, lavenders and hints of blue remain…

they are shadows. deep and dark that weave their way in surrounding. they carry whispers in a gentle song of moonlit nights and of tides that crest in reaching peaks unfathomable. a portent of a future perhaps. uncertainty prevailing, yet that inner strength which dwells within encourages another step in moving forward.

you can see through the facade. the words spoken bitter lies in luring sweet spirit within its embrace.. stalking in a way, and when sweet soul is within reach taking the innocence and drinking the wholeness until it bleeds..

and when the beast has had its fill.. the shell is tossed aside… the trap re-set.. the silent ensues once more.. as it waits patiently for its next victim…

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Ah, tranquil, calm, and serene is wonderful. Hope the beast of anger or any sort comes around less and less often for you. You truly have a sweet spirit. Blessings to you. Powerful writing as always. Hugs : )

Hello sweet one. The first part reminds me of Tennyson’s poem, The Lotus Eaters. The second, Andromeda comes to mind. You are a gentle soul. Wouldn’t want you to be devoured by a sea beast. Tranquility of the mind is best Whimsical’s Cadence *smiles* Hugs

March 1, 2004

Beautifully written, as always! I don’t know if it’s just the way you write or what, but I feel I can apply this to my own life.

Sweet dreams šŸ™‚

March 5, 2004

I miss you! Please come and write something soon. Hugs.

Okay, I went a long time between entries .. but now have one in… so I came by to note that it has been too long without a goddess whimsical entry too! ; ) Hugs

Hehehe I’m having the last note. FD likes to be last! Wherever you are Whimsical, we miss you, come back soon please. Sweet dreams or good morning, whichever comes first. Lovely hugs

I must know your front page by heart *smiles*. Yes I love early morning mists. Those always seem to be a kind of blue color, at least that’s how they are over here. I’ve tried to magic you back but my spell book has some missing pages? So if you’ve landed somewhere arid and hot, find the nearest beauty parlour and give yourself a treat. The drinks are on me šŸ˜‰ hugs hugs hugs

Hehehe, now see there? Akira didn’t even let her own last note be the last note ; ) Well, I came to see if you had written here again yet .. hope you do soon. Got Spring fever or something? : ) Hugs