Tanah Burung
23-12-2006, 04:32
You are on a beach, and there are stars, and canoes, and the flames on the bronze skin of that girl are more profound than the book that you carried here, thinking you might be bored. There are curves in her arm that go all the way into her mind and merge with the waves.
And if the horn of Gabriel himself sounded, would it distract you from that sight, and the murmur of the night, and the night’s breath on your own arm?
There shouldn’t be pine cones on a tropical campfire, yet there they are. Crackling, so they somehow remind you of the pig’s fat, dripping down your chin at the banquet last night.
This is not a linear story. This is not, maybe, a story at all. But the moment, and the girl across the fire, they’re here for you.
That was one Christmas. The others are sheathed in show. Right now, your dreams are made flesh, and true, and that is all that matters. Time, what is time? Nothing but an old man, gorging on his own children. On this beach, there are stars, and canoes, and the flames on the bronze skin of that girl are more profound than any of that. Why not linger?
((ooc: this is not a return to full-time role playing, or anything like that. But six or eight lifetimes ago, I made some friends here, and wanted to wish you all the happiest Christmas imaginable, or whatever you may celebrate this time of year. Jump in, if you like. Peace be with you.))
And if the horn of Gabriel himself sounded, would it distract you from that sight, and the murmur of the night, and the night’s breath on your own arm?
There shouldn’t be pine cones on a tropical campfire, yet there they are. Crackling, so they somehow remind you of the pig’s fat, dripping down your chin at the banquet last night.
This is not a linear story. This is not, maybe, a story at all. But the moment, and the girl across the fire, they’re here for you.
That was one Christmas. The others are sheathed in show. Right now, your dreams are made flesh, and true, and that is all that matters. Time, what is time? Nothing but an old man, gorging on his own children. On this beach, there are stars, and canoes, and the flames on the bronze skin of that girl are more profound than any of that. Why not linger?
((ooc: this is not a return to full-time role playing, or anything like that. But six or eight lifetimes ago, I made some friends here, and wanted to wish you all the happiest Christmas imaginable, or whatever you may celebrate this time of year. Jump in, if you like. Peace be with you.))