Between
<BGSOUND src="kissrose.mid"> When I called you from your slumber you spoke not, no questions were ever asked, instead you arose and followed me. I simply held out my hand and you took it in yours. The magic or “Between” only comes to life for those who dare to dream. On the wings of the dragon we fly through the veil of time and space to visit a land that never was. He drifts silently through the night to a glade in the arms of stillness and deposits us amongst the reeds. Quietly we walk along heading toward the trees speaking only in whispers and only now and then. It is a warm night and it wraps us in velvet comfort. We are quite alone and yet we are not, there are night sounds all around us, the crickets, an owl, and we can hear a wolf calling to its mate far in the distance. It is not dark because we have the stars and the moon as our guides but it is very late, well past midnight. You make a remark about the intoxicating scent of the pines as we pass beneath them and I nod in agreement. Because the moon is full this night we can view the satiny lady slippers strewn along the sides of the winding path. I can see a lot of ferns and dense vegetation and we seem to be in a deep forest, alive with wild things but not unsafe, for we feel comfortable and the smell of fear is not with us. Sssshhhh, there is a sound ahead of us… something moves through the trees. Oh, look, it’s a beautiful, graceful doe and she glances at us for a moment before she races away from the danger of us. We just look at each other and smile, delighted in the sweet secret of this magical kingdom. This then is “Between,” it is not heaven, nonetheless, a place of peace and solitude, a place of joy and fulfillment, it is the perfection that I alone have viewed for it is within my mind and my dreams and I offer it to you, my soul mate, as a gift wrapped in all the silky wishes of a small lifetime. Will you light my way, sing my songs and speak to me words of comfort and joy? Will you look into my eyes and “see” my soul? Will you be “impressed” as a dragon is “impressed” by his knight, binding them to a lifetime of understanding and devotion? Here in this fertile land of the green and growing, will you hold me in your patient heart while you wait for me to metamorphosize into more than I could have become without you? In the storms of life will you help me keep this one place sacred so that while the skies blacken and fill with clouds and the lightening flashes all around, here it touches us not? Perhaps before, we searched only in earthly places to find the garden we both seek, when all along it is here. It dwells within you and me and waits for us to look beyond the pale reflections of this present life to come to a meeting of the minds and hearts and recognize it is up to us to create our own path..."between." I await you, come to me on the moonbeams, you will know me…..you will know me.
The magic or “Between” only comes to life for those who dare to dream. On the wings of the dragon we fly through the veil of time and space to visit a land that never was. He drifts silently through the night to a glade in the arms of stillness and deposits us amongst the reeds.
Quietly we walk along heading toward the trees speaking only in whispers and only now and then. It is a warm night and it wraps us in velvet comfort. We are quite alone and yet we are not, there are night sounds all around us, the crickets, an owl, and we can hear a wolf calling to its mate far in the distance. It is not dark because we have the stars and the moon as our guides but it is very late, well past midnight.
You make a remark about the intoxicating scent of the pines as we pass beneath them and I nod in agreement. Because the moon is full this night we can view the satiny lady slippers strewn along the sides of the winding path.
I can see a lot of ferns and dense vegetation
and we seem to be in a deep forest, alive with wild things but not unsafe, for we feel comfortable and the smell of fear is not with us. Sssshhhh, there is a sound ahead of us… something moves through the trees. Oh, look, it’s a beautiful, graceful doe and she glances at us for a moment before she races away from the danger of us.
We just look at each other and smile, delighted in the sweet secret of this magical kingdom.
This then is “Between,” it is not heaven, nonetheless, a place of peace and solitude, a place of joy and fulfillment, it is the perfection that I alone have viewed for it is within my mind and my dreams and I offer it to you, my soul mate, as a gift wrapped in all the silky wishes of a small lifetime.
Will you light my way, sing my songs and speak to me words of comfort and joy? Will you look into my eyes and “see” my soul? Will you be “impressed” as a dragon is “impressed” by his knight, binding them to a lifetime of understanding and devotion?
Here in this fertile land of the green and growing, will you hold me in your patient heart while you wait for me to metamorphosize into more than I could have become without you?
In the storms of life will you help me keep this one place sacred so that while the skies blacken and fill with clouds and the lightening flashes all around, here it touches us not?
Perhaps before, we searched only in earthly places to find the garden we both seek, when all along it is here. It dwells within you and me and waits for us to look beyond the pale reflections of this present life to come to a meeting of the minds and hearts and recognize it is up to us to create our own path..."between."
I await you, come to me on the moonbeams, you will know me…..you will know me.
