Post by Moira ap Eiluned on Aug 4, 2015 19:01:23 GMT -8
Pick-pick-pick went her brain. She sat in the warm afternoon sun on Hans’ memorial bench in the park, her eyes closed against the bright. A background babble of families could be heard, and Moira let it wash over her. Pick-pick-pick.
Letting go was hard. Every time she thought she was starting, something happened. If everyone only got one great Love in their life, what did you do when you lost it? No, when it was stolen, and beyond redemption or revenge? How did you honor that Love, and the story of that Love? What did you do when only your memory remained of him, not just for you, but for all the world, his very existence erased?
Pick-pick-pick over the Seelie code: Death before Dishonor – what is the honorable thing to do? Pick-pick-pick over the Unseelie code: Honor is a Lie – yes, she thinks, but a lie that makes the world more beautiful, more dark and more Glamourous. So I choose to embrace the lie, knowing it is a lie, and loving it none the less for it.
Pick-pick-pick over the Seelie code: Love Conquers All – but how, in this case, when to try and get him back would be to pull him out of a true Heaven? That is not love, but selfishness. So how to conquer?
Pick-pick-pick over the Unseelie code: Passion before Duty – but which passion? The soul-deep embers of a True Love, or the brief flash of something new, that may or may not catch fire, much less burn strong.
Seelie and Unseelie, circles within circles, knots upon knots.
Pick-pick-pick
Pick-pick-pick
Pick-pick-
Moira stops, pulls out a golden quill, and starts writing. In her mind, she hears a tune flowing along with the ink of the quill as the words pour forth…
So many questions
I would ask of you
So lonely living here
So much to do
The only proof you lived
My memory
I hold on tight to you
So you can be
Chorus: Tell me that I may love again
Make me believe it
Tell me to share my life again
Make me believe it
A path of honor
And a path of love
A choice for passion’s flame
That burns above
The quiet little fires
That fill my life
I hold on tight to you
Despite the strife
(Chorus)
My only memory
The proof you lived
I hold on tight to you
I can’t forgive
Myself for wanting more
To Love again
You hold on tight to me
You never end
(Chorus)
But there is nothing left
Of you and I
Just fading memories
That can’t supply
The blessing that I seek
And will not find
For you are lost in Dream
And distant Time
(Chorus)
I call to all the absent loves
Across the years
Through all the memories
And all the tears
To bless your living loves
And set us free
For one more act of Love
And generosity
Tell us that we may love again
Make us believe it
Tell us to share our lives again
Make us believe it
Tell us that we may love again
Make us believe it (sung in a whisper, overlapping & extending after)
Tell us to share our lives again Tell me to share my life again
Make us believe it Make me believe it
Tell me that I may love again
Make me believe it….
Letting go was hard. Every time she thought she was starting, something happened. If everyone only got one great Love in their life, what did you do when you lost it? No, when it was stolen, and beyond redemption or revenge? How did you honor that Love, and the story of that Love? What did you do when only your memory remained of him, not just for you, but for all the world, his very existence erased?
Pick-pick-pick over the Seelie code: Death before Dishonor – what is the honorable thing to do? Pick-pick-pick over the Unseelie code: Honor is a Lie – yes, she thinks, but a lie that makes the world more beautiful, more dark and more Glamourous. So I choose to embrace the lie, knowing it is a lie, and loving it none the less for it.
Pick-pick-pick over the Seelie code: Love Conquers All – but how, in this case, when to try and get him back would be to pull him out of a true Heaven? That is not love, but selfishness. So how to conquer?
Pick-pick-pick over the Unseelie code: Passion before Duty – but which passion? The soul-deep embers of a True Love, or the brief flash of something new, that may or may not catch fire, much less burn strong.
Seelie and Unseelie, circles within circles, knots upon knots.
Pick-pick-pick
Pick-pick-pick
Pick-pick-
Moira stops, pulls out a golden quill, and starts writing. In her mind, she hears a tune flowing along with the ink of the quill as the words pour forth…
So many questions
I would ask of you
So lonely living here
So much to do
The only proof you lived
My memory
I hold on tight to you
So you can be
Chorus: Tell me that I may love again
Make me believe it
Tell me to share my life again
Make me believe it
A path of honor
And a path of love
A choice for passion’s flame
That burns above
The quiet little fires
That fill my life
I hold on tight to you
Despite the strife
(Chorus)
My only memory
The proof you lived
I hold on tight to you
I can’t forgive
Myself for wanting more
To Love again
You hold on tight to me
You never end
(Chorus)
But there is nothing left
Of you and I
Just fading memories
That can’t supply
The blessing that I seek
And will not find
For you are lost in Dream
And distant Time
(Chorus)
I call to all the absent loves
Across the years
Through all the memories
And all the tears
To bless your living loves
And set us free
For one more act of Love
And generosity
Tell us that we may love again
Make us believe it
Tell us to share our lives again
Make us believe it
Tell us that we may love again
Make us believe it (sung in a whisper, overlapping & extending after)
Tell us to share our lives again Tell me to share my life again
Make us believe it Make me believe it
Tell me that I may love again
Make me believe it….