RE: Please help me, re we will, Cat and Daniel:FOR JEFFREY:
THE PAIN HURTS BADLY, AS IS EVER A PART OF ME.fOR THE LONGING FOR CORRECTION, BIDES ITS TIME AS ALWAYS, NEVER AGREEING TO QUENCH THE FEAR OF LOSS, SO MAKEING ARROW'S STINGS, THE GREATEST INEQUITY OF ALL, ~(FEAR:
And I have dempt of her, for she is lucency of the midnight clouds, when I am not me, but of dream magic.
She moves unto me, in my soul as shallow waters of desire's thought I can not touch.She stops her mare, dismounts and enters the shore of this stream, that I do wade within the darkesat movements of my dreams.
Her eyes clear, filled with blueish white and a glance, so teeling of ultimate femanity, she does fashion a path dismounting, so saldeled to me, with tall efemanite graces, as to stem the unbelievable.
Rows of opaline gems clear and opaceic, as do fodder around her kneck, and a tearra, so stated as a gem adorned V proportion, tell of wisdom held within extrodinary beauty.
Her eyes blink, but the telling of the passing of each blinck,may be as of years or even centries, of untold or forgotten lores of such femanine encompassment, as this held effigey to Cat, the huntress.
She now stealthfull approches, ALL BEWARE!?
He white silk and see through gown rises with the mild brackish current as she stills closer, her moccasins only brushing the muddy bottom of the dark almost opulent meridian stream.
I for my loin cloth, now a'shore and naked within the blackness of these waters and raise my vision from memories past, to behold her loveliness.
I am simple and see her without casting my gaze upward, yes her dumbfounding presnce does encompass what she so does want?
I look up now and see her within the moonlight.
I can not move, as she becons attention.
Her calmness and covered silk vestitures whiteness of her bossum are as one with her ghoastlike presence, as she lifts both her fragle arm, within her hands thoughts to my own mind.
Cat sees right through me and as her fingertips touch my mind's temple, she speaks so ever quietly, with great pourpose, her ruby red lips never haveing to move.
Cat:Jeffrey's pain, it is deep and the loss is great"?
In my mind as I gaze upon the dark waters, his time does reflect to my presence of seeing.
Daniel:Yes' I see most learned one, his pain does burn red with regret".How is it that you have encoutered this most secluded past?
Cat:I drew my bow tight, to slay a deer, but the telling within the eyes of this grazing as much, did afford me this direction.
When I had closed my eyes, I did see you wadeing, out of time, within the blackness as the very old ones had taught you.
Daniel
id your lover satisfy your needs?
Cat only tilts her head, looking away as long locks of hair brush to barely touch the flow of times waters.
With great repose, the hunting godess raises her head, purses her lips with nobel intent, so now relaying thought to the wadeing seer once more.
The time she does defy, tilts her head back and with passion and tears held within her eyes, speaks this decleartion.
Jeffry; your pain and want are great, however the returning to a road which as in the flow of calm waters can never change its banks nor course, " this efititure you cast your gaze upon, can not be change my son"!
To go back now and try to erase the hurt and injustice done within your mind's vision, can only be a fortelling of makeing matters worse.
In my hunting, as Godess Dianna has taught me, there was one oh' so golden arrow, as lent from Apollo's quiver.
With my femanine sinue strength, I had pulled back this bow and let the string sing, so letting fly into the rise of the heavens.
It was the nymps rideing upon fire-flies, who had eventally told all of the cosmose, by this so given light of rise, that there is always a hope placed before us when we so look.
As Dianna was my teacher, I my say to you now Jeffry my child, the future tells for those who would look foward, even though their pain pulls at then to look back.
"You see this way now my son?" inquires Cat.
The depth of the stream within dark poolings, eddies, so giving solitude to Daniel the seer and Cat the huntress, give the challange of curosity to small midnight animals, farries and fawn.
The brawn of the seers back protrudes showing row after row of muscle, his head tilted foward, so plumbing the depths of time's tellings.
The huntress lets go of her so very light touch placed upon his temples.
The seer within his most deepest dreams fuge, still standing within the middle of the ice cold beconing of the sureal forest.
As if in a dream, with the greatest of graces, the lady does now assend from the slow moving stream, her gown flowing within the opasity of the waters, as she now rises onto the shore.
With utmost unreal grace, she now becomes one with the round whitness of the tall mare, with fightened, concerned eyes.
A spell of magic is waived for from hands so loveing, tender, careing, that the encompssment of times telling, as almost forgotten
The huntress is now one with the giant mare and in so waveing her hand, thousand of fireflies do a parting in the blueness of the mighnight forest.
The gallop is without sound as she receeds of presence and then is no more.
A nervous rabbit twitches his nose, as this little one has been privilaged to witness what is not always seen within the poetry of outstandingly well place magic.
~~For she has spun and woven her magic as no other is possably able.
And in her soundless strides into the deepness of the night, through thicket that parts as if by demand. She the huntress as one with the well musseled mare, her tears is the frantic telling, to the aether of other times and places, saying,"I' A'yeah-eea' to chase Jeffery's hurt on to the encompassment of the sun, concerns of Appolo's daily ride.Be this hurt to Jeffry, NO more! And so she did chase this loss to sunrise's passion.....
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