to her Shadow

My Knight of smoke and Shadow, an unlikely pair are we.

What is to become of you and me?

Wrists bound with the barely whispered secrets of the heart stretched between us in threads of gossamer blue.

What will happen to me and you?

One would think these threads would break as fragile as they seem, but such I suppose is the mystery of you and me.

The blue cloth, tied to my left wrist, overlays scars, though not of the flesh.  Scars of the heart made manifest.

We dance on either side of a line, occasionally meeting in each other’s arms for a brief span of time, soon to think better of it everywhere except in dreams.

What will happen to you and me?

Easier it may seem and better for us to cut the ties between but bitter tears did I weep when we tried.

My heart cries, what is to become of you and me?

If you walk on my left, confusion is the ever present companion of my right hand. the ties that bind us thin as spiders silk and yet tighter than iron bands around our wrists.

What it is to become of us I know not but to untie that which binds us completely would harm more than aid.  So even though the cloth stretched between us is seeded with shards of glass makes us bleed blue,

My Knight of Smoke and Shadow I’d rather bleed a little blue than completely lose you.

My Knight of Smoke, Shadow, and Dreamscape… what will become of me and you?

psychological ramblings… thoughts on Valentine’s Day… sort of… maybe

So it’s February which means that Valentine’s day is just around the corner.  With the exception of my previously mentioned virtual life I am single.  Call me a hopeless romantic if you want but I’m not one of those people who view Valentine’s Day as nothing more than a holiday created by retail moguls, and even if it were , guess what, I don’t care.  I like the idea of a special day to show the person, or if you were like my dad, who used to buy a one dollar single rose from the gas stations for me, my sister, and my mom even when he couldn’t do anything else, people in your life how much you care.I am by no means suggesting that you reserve any show of affection for that day alone I’m merely saying it is nice, and I will never turn dowm chocolate should someone choose to give it to me. This Valentine’s Day is definitely different than any I have experienced before.  Almost anyone who reads this blog with any regularity at all with any regularity at all can probably guess why, so I won’t go into details.  Suffice to say that even thoughI will have no plans out of the ordinary for that day I do not feel as if I will be missing out.  The gift that has been given to meis as rare and elusive as a blue rose, in some odd way I have been given a freedom in my walk with Shadows.

Blue Rose and Shadows

Most roses fade with the day, the life force retreating with the sun’s final purple streaks.  Not so the rose of blue.  Its life it takes from the moon and stars, its protection from the world from Shadow.  Shadow avoidsthe bright morning sun but as day retreats Shadow grows bolder until the harsh light that is day flees in order to renew itself.  The Rose turns its face upward to the Moon’s light, confident now in the presence of a beloved Protector.

R.E.K.

February 7, 2009