Dawns of New Days: Endings That Become Beginnings
By Felicia Tran (C)2005 a.k.a. Amaranthe Shadwe Darkmoon a.k.a. Faerie Sagemoon
Once upon a time, not too long ago they saw their wishes come true and fairytales wake from the sleep of dreams. In the visage of this Mirror. This enchanted Looking Glass. They saw a golden reflection of an ancient sacred flame burning bright. Their bodies drifted into trance and danced to the rhythm of the drums, losing themselves in the circle of Old Magick, letting themselves fall under the spell as two lost wanderers reborn as two lovers lost in the aurora of charisma.
The blood pulsed hotly like Indian summer, moving through the maze of their veins, making rites in passing to and from their hearts, beating and breathing in slow but steady unison.
Lost in the moment of a new beginning two found lovers joined hangs, hearts, minds, and began a new journey and a new life together. They stood mesmerized by the rays of the bright sun, watching the sun god ride his gilded chariot across the azure skies.
As they gazed into the depths of their mirrors, what they had scryed for with the Moon riding at her peak revealed its secrets. The kept reflection let them glimpse the years ahead, longing, loving, living, laughing, longing. And they saw those years equaled with struggle, heartbreak, emotional wounds, pain and traded words they'd take to heart as they saw trust lost and forgotten promises reclaimed.
Day by day, night to night, from dawn to dusk the seeds sown deep in soil and the bounties of the harvest reap its sorrows and joys. And steadily one by one they each placve3d their stones into the foundation of a rising tower, triumphant in the glory of their bond between them, letting the window overlook the horizon that witnesses first rays of light for a new day. Moving on into their lives sneaking reassuring glances into the reflections and looking glass.
Letting both, one and the other find mystery and riddles gazing into windows of the secret self. Finding that their hearts still held lit and warm the sacred flame that lets our heart feel deeply for another.
Night becomes day, the wheel of the years turn the seasons of change upon us, passing the seasons, moving with the ever constant flow of time, their inner flame giving light to burn away shadows, inner flame giving light to burn away shadows, whole unseen darkness cloaks the hidden, whispering, to the flickering flames.
Using this single tongue of fire, we've both shone light, carried our love through searching and seeking past the pages of fragile testimony into the deep abyss, descending and ascending a winding spiraling staircase that shelves our life's stories and tellings, what we keep to, of, and from our selves, they open their doors to let the other know the tales their secret selves rarely show any. Sharing so much, sacrificing so much trust and giving to a once stranger but intimate lover, in understanding companionship.
Living this waking dream, they slip, sometimes, as all humans will, on the edges of the sleeping city, the roads of chaos and trails of sorrow, of journeying laughter. Believing in the reality that all their dreams have become, for this is the patient, long awaited given, chosen chance to love you, and in return be loved by you in a perfect infinite embrace of our dreams come true.
Sunrise to Sunset, Day to Night, Dawn to Dusk, Yesterday is now. Today and Tomorrow.
As we have lived and loved the years as they passed us by, before our eyes on the wings of a fiery phoenix, which weeps tears like crystals that fall onto the rocks below. In between the unseen catalyst, everything has changed, yet we haven't known. The clouds turn grey and confused; they shower cooling drops of summer rains upon the parched earth below, where the grass has dried brown, and where the land is broken by the long ago quakes that have shaken everything we knew. Left behind in the wake of the earth shaker is only this fragile palace and a thousand years, of blood sweat and tears.
The tower has since fallen, and the survivors move stiffly though the ruins, the fallen stones like forgotten promises lost in so many words and thoughts. They come across the shards of their once reflecting Mirrors, shattered upon the jagged edges of the stones, scattered, lonely, separated, fallen into so many crevices and buried under rubble.
The once fairytale was never: the spell has been broken letting us wake, opening daydreaming eyes to changed selves. Today will become tomorrow and I'll walk new roads to free my caged spirit. As the rays of the new born star, bright as the sun melts away the cloaking shadows that have hidden the transformations, I realize, looking at you like meeting a stranger, and touching you like you've become the strangeness, I realize that I can no longer recognize you as the beauty is covered. I opened my heart so long ago, and I realized that you've changed, and I haven't even known until this moment how little of who I had loved has remained in you. You've almost become a stranger growing distant with each passing moment.
The Mirrors no longer hold the reflections of our promises and wishful dreaming. I can't even recognize the person looking back at me in this reflection.
It takes me an eternity in the standstill of forever to see myself in myself, to accept who I've become, to accept the reflection the mirrors will show me.
I know that you struggle with the same; I can feel the disbelief in the space around you. You've lost strength, yet have gained another. Watching you struggle inside trying to grasp the reality and let go of the pebbles we've tried so desperately to clutch in our hands, to hold onto something we built of the tower, knowing already that it has fallen and will not rise as before.
I can see clearly, both of us, feel us open and accept the beginning of the transition letting it become a book of memory inside our minds, albeit stubbornly trying to hold it at bay a little longer, so you will see me cry these tears for you, and for. Us once was.