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Do you remember a time that was so peaceful?
You can skip this if you want and just answer the question.
It was the summer of 2006, August 2. I went camping with my father. Just me and him. It was exceptionally hot that day, with highs up to 112F. We went canoeing in the Delaware River. Beautiful blue skies. The water was crystal clear. We took a moment to relax on the side of the river. Never did time seem to stop so suddenly. You could hear the water lightly tapping on the side of the canoe. I thought of you.
Rest in Peace
One of the most peaceful moments of my life was dream I had, if that counts. I wrote it all down and am including it in the novel I’m writing. It’s a bit too long, I suspect, to post here, so here are a few paragraphs describing the dream which, actually, was a dream within a dream, and which I was describing (in the dream) to my boyfriend.
….and in this dream we were in a great room with white onyx flooring and four gigantic arched cathedral windows.. so pretty. And in this the ballroom of futures past the angels danced to the tune of blue-purple, green and lightning, ghostly in the moon glow these spirits. The Infinity Waltz they spun, stoic, immemorial and chill. The painted boy in his eyes the stars whirled and spun alone, his war cries from the tar plains afar sifting, drifting through the heartstrings of eternity; an angel lost, soft and lonely.
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With emerald green hair and eyes of sapphire an angel whirled, on her brow a talisman full of souls, singing. “Do you know”, said she, “who burns for you?”, and another with eyes of ebon ink smiled with a tear, slight, and said “It’s here, your hearts, this thing you seek. Do you know where you are?”, and he opened his spectral sateen vest and his body was dimensionless, black and stars. We watched, in silence, as on they danced, spinning, spinning. In the distance, in our eyes, and in the room itself the thunder droned on and on, the universe revolving slowly, churning this evenshade moment in timelessness, our hearts, your hand, in mine. And in your eyes I saw the north window, through it, and there amidst concentric sizzling cobalt circles stood the divine tribunal of all actuality. Motionless and humming like a tuning fork; on one face wrath, on another prayer and on the third, love. Around this monolith spun the stars and worlds, the light and dark and on his brow the particle charge of trans-infinity: we smiled, we wept.
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To the west wewindow we peered and through it saw fields of poppies and lush trees; honeysuckle and jasmine. The grass so green and on each blade the golden dew, the sky a pinkish-blue, and each shadow inverted and reversed, each stone quivering happily. We approached ourselves, first me, then you, and saw ourselves, all four, and the floor was a vortex, and hand in hand we lept; falling, falling forevermore.
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This is the place where angels die,
Aswirl their spinning bodies our sighs;
In the ballroom of futures past,
Dancing the ghost
This kiss.
*sigh*
I think of that dream often and it always fills me with a sense of serenity and calm. Specific answer: Yes, I do.
Saint Omega
Watch Sharon & Ken take a Canoe Trip on the Delaware River Sept. 25th 2010. NJ Canoeing.