Fairy Love ( Archived) (6)

I know I have this posted as a blog already but some of my dearest friends do not read those so here it is again...

Sitting on a riverbank smiling as the ripples roll off my bare feet, the cool water flowing between my toes with the occasional piece of debris clambering for some sort of hold on my ankles. Leaning back on a tree at the edge of the water I drift into the clouds and the crisp blue sky. A piece of grass lolling about in my mouth tickling my cheeks with every roll of my lips.
Music plays within my head, threatening to come forth and shatter the sounds of nature all about me. Cautiously I open my mouth to let the pressure of its passing come forth and to my amazement the words fall right into my outstretched hand. Closing my lips tight to prevent more from escaping I raise the brow of my hat and look into my palm. Tiny little letters, and even more impressive were the notes and bars of music that accompanied them. Gingerly I pick up one letter to find that it is strung invisibly to the next letter in the formation of a word and roughly an inch behind that, hovers the bar and notes that completes it. Drawing my hand higher the entire strand dangles below my fingers and just above my other open hand. I shake them to test the strength of the bond and find that with each jolting shudder the sounds that are visible became audible and lit with energy. Fascinated I put them to rest on the grass beside me and proceed to pull the entire song out, one verse at a time. Laying them all out on the grass in order I can see the music shivering to create its sound and the words dancing to that almost audible chiming.
Once the entire song is laid before my eyes I relaxed back on the trunk of the tree and quiet my own heartbeat to feel the pulsing rhythm through the ground below me. The leaves begin to rustle in tune with the song and the water, wind and grass began to play the song for me as I drift off into relaxation. My head emptied of the music on the inside but inundated with its harmony from the outside. After what seemed an hour my eyes open slowly to allow the glaring sun to enter and I nearly drop to the ground. All about me the words to a dozen songs float in the air shimmering and chiming their essence into a blinding white noise. Not deafening, but oddly blended together into one perfect harmony. The words, notes and bars hanging like silken spider-webs from the branches and covering my legs and the grass all around. Stranger still, small animals and birds are gathered in great numbers as well and they seemed entranced.
A gust of wind, oddly chilled, blows across the field behind and tinkles the gossamer strands floating all about. Animals perk their ears and raise their noses to the wind and relax as if certain of safety. Tiny zephyrs of wind lift the songs and twist them about in cyclones all about me as the wind continues to buffet me now from all sides. Each miniature tornado speeds off across the field as if drawn through powerful magnetism to the path entrance behind me and I strain my neck to follow their passage. A light begins to emanate from within the arched branches that enclose the path, blindingly pulsing with vibrant colours. The physical songs begin to chime louder and no longer as a whole as if competing against one another for attention, as a form draws out of the luminous cloud.

(con't)

One slender, delicate arm reaches out and hold the trunk of a tree as if to assert balance. Then another reaches out to grasp the other side of the pathway’s border. A slender form glides forth and the light rushes to enfold her in its beauty. The grey dimness that is left behind in the middle of a sunny day now bereft of any warm glowing orb, at least from my perspective, hovering all about and shrouding me in gloom and a deeper chill. Her dark silken hair, (as the form before me can be no other than a glorious woman), spinning about her shoulders like a cape, and piercing blue eyes that cut through the mire of shadows before her like lances of electricity, shroud her pristine face. Lips like fresh slits in strawberries sucked even more colour out of the world, as it apparently seems drawn to her body like a vortex. The songs bandy about her body screaming for attention and they mimic her every graceful movement. She takes one long stride into the field and the colours of the forest dull as she stepped away spewing their chromatic radiance forward with each step ahead. This heavenly woman draped in translucent drapery of a decidedly immaterial form walks undeterred through the field and right toward me. The animals run to her side and flow like water all about her in a radius of living praise. Rising and falling in cadence with her every movement. As she nears the river’s edge, the water itself turns against the current and began pulling itself over the bank to slop noisily along the shore in an attempt to reach her. She looked into my eyes and the world stops. She floats to my side, in what seemed a singular fluid motion, and touches my cheek. Tears immediately sprung forth from my welling eyes and run down my cheeks. She lifts one from my face and it bursts into pure light shattering explosively across the field illuminating everything like fireworks. She kneels before me and puts her hands on my cheeks pulling my face close to her own. The smells of lilacs, and lavender emanating from her body are permeated by the honey that issued from her pursed lips as she kisses my lips and drives a spirit of life through me to rival birth. Her hands slide away and my eyes can see she had returned to her feet. She takes a single step off the riverbank and the water rises to greet her foot and provide a pedestal, which kept her from plummeting into its roiling depths. Each step matched with another pillar until she has crossed the water. The songs keep chiming about her. She turns to look back at me before she enters the forest on the other side and with a wave and a smile, the songs fly back to me. Each one of them filled completely with her essence. The glow of her passing fades into the shroud of the trees and light and the world returns to normal.
I try to rise but my body is shaking terribly and cannot manage under its own motion to pull me to my feet. Struggle as I might my legs and arms have no strength. The animals are gone and all that remains are the songs. They dance about me singing not only their original lives aloud to me but whispering all the things that are hers. Smells, sounds, tastes, the sensation of her lips and fingers on my face, the lightning of her eyes, everything about her is encapsulated in their words and notes. They glance across me in playful patterns and the strength began to flow to my limbs. I gather myself and draw my body upright, my hands on my knees to keep me steady and I see the reflection of this angel in the river before me. I leaned forward and the water whispers… remember… as long as we remember we keep it alive. I Love you… and her face whirls away in an eddy of current and flows down the stream like the ripples expanding downstream.
Since that day I have never been without my Love as her songs keep my spirit company sharing her with me little by little. And always the promise of her return to keep my eyes on the road ahead.

Bumped for a morning friend who just doesn't read the blogs...

Mark, you have a gift for words. Rather than a miner, you should be a writer.

Yes you are very gifted! Thanx for sharing!..Cat