the Lamp of Love
November 20th 2008 11:03
I gained entry to the old house in the same way I have always done, yet this time it was different and nothing like I expected. Gone were the wrathful claws of before and the winged fury of old had metamorphosed into angels of my better nature, lit by the lamp of love.
I had stepped into her nest as it had beckoned me from afar across the years. All those nights in purgatory faded in the new dawn in a distant house on the hill. Had I traveled full circle to reach this cosy farm where the Lovetruck could park its rusting hulk in peace? It all seemed too easy, like the truth.
The house was filled with memories of our future, now more possible than then, fluttering like seeds upon the wind. Images of her, imperfect like our lives, festooned the walls in celebration of all this, our world we love and leave.
A scratching at my soul and I felt a massive heart abound, beating through the rustic morn. A horse of beauty had arrived and greeted me as friend.
I had stepped into her nest as it had beckoned me from afar across the years. All those nights in purgatory faded in the new dawn in a distant house on the hill. Had I traveled full circle to reach this cosy farm where the Lovetruck could park its rusting hulk in peace? It all seemed too easy, like the truth.
The house was filled with memories of our future, now more possible than then, fluttering like seeds upon the wind. Images of her, imperfect like our lives, festooned the walls in celebration of all this, our world we love and leave.
A scratching at my soul and I felt a massive heart abound, beating through the rustic morn. A horse of beauty had arrived and greeted me as friend.
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