Posted by Jeffrey .... on December 18, 1998 at 07:09:34:
In Reply to: Re: Your Valiant Steed posted by Glencora Falconer on December 18, 1998 at 06:32:00:
Cora
: :These colons do so intrigue, of a mind so neat, whilst I am anxious to impart without such detail of last night.
I dreamt, I knew I would a lot: :
Of you and I in close embrace, the night was warm, you heard it too, the lone saxophone avec slow blues.
I saw you clear, how nice you looked, the silk was fine, those kind words we both exchanged, you touched me so, you knew, I know, I didn't want to dance but, you were right to insist.
I felt the beating of your heart, so close to mine, your hair smelt sweet, quite divine, the ribbon that I had to pull.... sorry, but it suited you, your tired eyes from crying .... again, so awfully sorry.
The silence we both heard as Cupid struck the mighty blow, sweet scent of roses flew amongst the morning dew, so close I felt you in my thoughts, far too gentle to yield the scythe, yet our thoughts were as one, in unity, compassion, desire, respect, but safe so sadly as yielding to none.
Our task is mighty, for we both know, from touch and word that we are doomed our love forbidden, our touch withheld, our souls apart, as we will be told.
Cigars were kind, of you, and smoke curled in upward blue, the seat was warm from early sun, hear now the saxophone, it plays our tune, .... Summertime.
Oh dear, the flowers I forgot, but those I placed upon your lap .... how you smiled just like the sun, demure, with depth within those eyes, that told me all, twas some surprise.
Such love I cannot analyse;
It does not rest in lips or eyes,
Neither in kisses nor caress.
Partly, I know , its gentleness
And understanding in one word
Or in brief letters. Its preserved
By trust and by respect and awe.
These are the words Iım feeling for.
Two people, yes two lasting friends.
The giving comes the taking ends.
There is no measure for such things.
For this all nature slows and sings.
You asked me to write for you, how could I refuse, my pen seemed automonous, I lost control, but I promised, I hope you are not offended by my choice of words.
They came so easy, as if with you, they suited well althought they hurt ... Adieu
Mon Amor
Adieu ...
Adieu...........
: Mon Amore,
: Please forgive if the sweet hyperbole of a heart that leans so gently in your direction was of a confused nature.
: I rest here, today and on the 'morrow, then I depart. For the approaching festival of the Christians' Lord doth draw near.
: I shall, most assuredly, prepare myself for the depth and skill of your golden pen. Whose genius in matters both ethereal, and of a more earthbound nature, I have absolutely no doubt. For the truth of it abounds, and of a most beautious nature.
: Across the wide contintent and the o'erwhelming sea I yearn for your....... milk and honied, the sugared words that are like marzipan, no the finest of fruits served with choicest of wines. Nector and ambrosia, from Spain or France could not equal the joy and pleasure I have received from that golden pen, thus far.
: Let no impediament, but space and time separate us, for soul to soul it is no barrier.......
: I would, like Prospero, weave about us a fancy that would take us from this place, but alas and alack I am but a poor mortal female, simple and true.
: Mi Corazon, my heart beats in time with yours,
: 'Cora Falconer
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: : Cheri,
: : Your valiant steed has taken me by surprise, what took you from me I had surmised, were matters so deep and of the heart.
: : It was indeed, cruel of I to depart ....
: : Of missive sweet and sugared words, brace yourself well with tasselled silk of golden sheen, secure soft pillows and rest your soul, and bless the morning for here tis fine, but perhaps it is just my mind ....
: : Ease yourself my gentle one, prepare with depth and honesty your thoughts, but most of all be ready for my golden pen.
: : Take with great care the silver chalice and pour my word1s, with your deft hands, prepare your taste buds to receive exhaustion of another kind.
: : Adieu, Adieu