To: the one i love
From: Lydia Lauralee NightRose (for now)
Do you know when they say soul mates? It doesn't mean too much now. But soul-mates think about it. When your soul- whatever that is anyway- something so alive when you make music or love and so mysteriously hidden most of the rest of the time, so colorful and big but without color or shape- when your soul finds another soul it can recognize even before the rest of you knows it. The rest of you just feels sweaty an jumpy at first. And your souls get married without even meaning to- even if you can't be together for some reason in life- your souls go ahead and make the wedding plans.
A soul's wedding must be too beautiful to even look at. It must be blinding. It must be like all the other weddings in the world- gondolas with canopies of doves, champagne glasses shattering, wings of veils, drums beating, showers of roses. ANd after that happens you know thats it, this is it. But sometimes you have to let that person go. When your little, people, movies, and fairy tales, all tell you that one day your're going to meet this person. So you keep waiting. and its a lot harder than they make its sound. Then you meet and you think okay now we can just get on with it. but you find out that sometimes your soul brother partner lover has other ideas about that. They want to go to New York and write their owns songs or whatever. They feel like you don't really love them,but the idea of them, the dream you've had since you were little about a panther boy/girl to carry you out of the forest of your fear, or an angel to make love and celestial music with in the clouds or a genie twin to sleep with you inside a lamp. Which doesn't mean they're not the one. It just means you've got to do wahtever you have to do for you alone. You've got to believe in your magic and face right up to the mean nasty part of yourself that wants to keep the one you love looked up in a place in you where no one else can touch them or even see them. Just the way when somebody you love dies you don't stop loving them but you don't lock up their souls inside you. You turn that love into something else, give it to somebody else. And sometimes in a wierd way. when you do that. You get closer than ever to the person who died or the one your soul married.
Dreams are like genies. They can carry us into and through
our sorrows. Sometimes they burn, sometimes they sing.
Like genies, we forget that we do.
Our dreams can set us free.
when we set them free
 twilight_raven919 · Wed Apr 09, 2008 @ 02:25am · 2 Comments |
