Cave
I wanted to live in a cave.
The warmth around you - so close.
The darkness - I wanted to be a creature of the night.
I could have my cave facing west,
to have a beautiful sunset introducing each new day.
I'd like to make the moon my goddess,
and I'd celebrate new moon with a giant fire of silver firs,
having my dreameater dancing around trough fire and fog,
as I'd softly whisper "Chaos is beauty".
I always thought that I'd once join the sparks of a giant fire on their way to the firmament.
My senses could be filled with different odors of earth,
dying leaves,
grass and resin.
I'd paint the stones with the blood of each meal,
with secret symbols and dreams.
I'd paint a deamon head perhaps.
And all of a sudden you could stand next to my door,
lying heaven underneath my feet.
You might make me discover that I'll never need another goddess but chaos and love,
and perhaps I'd even learn something on occasion.
I said I'd rarely dream when I was asleep.
I wasn't asleep, but I dreamed.
I dreamed of beauty - we were creatures of the night, living in a cave.
November 27th, 2009 - 06:42
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