΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
She watches the cerulean twilight shimmer iridescence…
Thoughts swirl like butterflies in a dance of dreams…
Glitter inspiration…
Igniting illumination…
Kaleidoscope…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Lost in amongst these very thoughts….
She writes her soul…
Bared for all…
Illuminated…
Transparent…
Vulnerable visions lie cloaked in ephemeral euphoria…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Yes…
Here are her words…her voice…
Her essence…
Growing in Night’s elucidation…
~
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ Christina ~ ೋღ 〜
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΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
You look into me… Me into you… We meet there in the middle… Captivated…΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Need drives its own insistent desire to inception… Embraced in this perfect moment… Held by the enigmatic nature of will… Unable to look away… Locked in place…. Locked in time…΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Don’t look away… Keep me here as I memorize your soul with mine… Let us stay suspended in wonder… Before Reality’s ocean rips us apart…΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
We are helpless in its wake… Fate’s cruelty using us as pawns for pleasure… Neither here nor there…΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Our moment permanently fixed in the stars for all time… Love…without completion…without end…΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Forever captivated… ~΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ Christina ~ ೋღ 〜
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΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
╰⊰✿ This poem is the last in a series of four originally posted back in January 2013. For more information please see this post …which explains my bringing #ThrowbackThursday here to my blog. This series marked a pivotal transition in my writing which shortly thereafter became known as my “Dreamscape”.
It is has been so much fun to look back in time this past week with you. Many of you have been with me from the beginning of this journey, some have joined my journey along the way…
I wish to extend, again, my gratitude and voluminous appreciation for each and every one of you. Your encouragement and support has truly impacted my life in so many ways I cannot even express.
Thank you…ever so much! ✿⊱╮
~
(In A Dream…)
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
She closes her eyes to watch the parade of allemande memories dance through her mind…as if choreographed… Only these memories are of him and her… Desire mixed with love… Creating a symphony out of each detail of their time together…΅〜 ೋღ ❀ ღೋ 〜΅
His eyes imprinted in her mind… So full of adoration and his love for her… His gaze a silent sonnet… Expressing devotion through laconic libretto of prose…΅〜❀ 〜΅
His caress forever fixed as an indelible mark upon her senses… Heightening them with only a thought… Lingering coalescence of touch resonates…΅〜❀ 〜΅
His voice the song in her heart… Magical melody… Soothing while caressing her with each word… Such divine elegance…΅〜 ೋღ ❀ ღೋ 〜΅
This dance of love keeping synchronous rhythm… Every step…every breath…every heartbeat shared…. Building the chorus of their song… Keeping time…once elusive…now at their leisure…΅〜 ೋღ ❀ ღೋ 〜΅
Each memory adding to the one before… As it is being composed with each new moment… Amplifying its crescendo…΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ Christina ~ ೋღ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
I can be all you wish for…all you need… I can recreate myself into your most sought after desires… I can fulfill you in ways others cannot… In ways others have never been able to before… I can make you feel so loved, so longed for…so desired…΅〜❁〜΅
I can become your dream… Your muse… I can inspire you in ways hitherto unknown… I can make you feel like a King… I can love you with all that I am…΅〜❁〜΅
How I can do this? Because I am a woman…΅〜❁〜΅
We all possess these attributes and so much more… If we will but allow love to permeate us… There is one caveat…to this we do for you…΅〜❁〜΅
We must be so loved in return…΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
Even more… We must be willing to risk it all… For love…΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋ Christina〜 ೋ 〜΅
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΅〜 ೋ ❁ ೋ 〜΅
Reflections of silence resonate… Dissonant deliberation… Among the ethereal scintilla… Echoes speak in deafening taciturnity… Melody of Silence…΅〜 ❁ 〜΅
Through the maze of countless corridors… Myriad of memories… A forest of dreams…of hopes… Therein lies my hidden sanctuary… Dormant… Awaiting its incendiary denouement…΅〜 ❁ 〜΅
Ephemeral illumination… Fragments of time reminisce… Whispering in the familiar shadows… Euphony…΅〜 ೋ ❁ ೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋ Christina〜 ೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
Seasonal daydreams…
Inducement of contemplation…
Crystal clarity colors perfection…
Kaleidoscope…
΅〜❁〜΅
September dissipates summertime sadness…
Lost in Autumn’s haze…
Interminable wait…
October’s promise…
Precursor to winter’s wrap…
Undertones of unknown fill the space between…
΅〜❁〜΅
Hope meets Dream…
Their collision sparks ignition…
November’s epiphany waits impatiently…
Mists of enchantment permeate dreams… filling them with potentialities…
΅〜❁〜΅
Theoretical assumptions…
Phantoms of Nostalgia…
The quintessential question remains anonymous…
Silently demanding detours…
΅〜❁〜΅
December hints evocatively at New Year’s renewal…
Presumptive lugubrious thoughts…
Induce Thought’s labyrinth…
Ignoring ignorance…
΅〜❁〜΅
Dreams sustain impetuous assumption…
Answers lie cloaked in enigmatic disguise…
Leaving never-ending questions where the Shadows of Temerity roam…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
This is the season yearning…
For illumination…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
I’ve been away for a while…lost in a world of words….or trying to be in between life’s demands. All of this got me to thinking about my collection of words… how it is growing exponentially with each new author I experience. More than that…I realize that Phase One of my Reconstruction process was finding my voice…which I have done via words.
I suppose one would call this Phase Two…where I explore this new enigmatic and magical world where it is just I and words. Where I collect them like one would pick wild flowers in a field of luxurious splendor. That being said…I bring you my disclaimer which will officially initiate Phase Two of Reconstructing Christina… ~
This is my Word Journal ~ Where I collect words, phrases, etc. Unceasingly adding to my repertoire.
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
I could write of any thing…
Of every thing…
Hopes, fears, emotions…all of it…
Staring at the blank screen I think of my experiences…my past, present, future…
All coalesce into a myriad of thoughts and feelings…
I think of books I’ve read…of the greatest, most-gifted authors who write prose as easily as you and I breathe…of the beloved characters they’ve created…
I think of friends…of family…
Their thoughts, feelings, emotions on experiences in their lives…
I realize I needn’t write merely of my own small inconsequential existence…
Quite the contrary…
There are no ambivalent…ubiquitous…limitations..
I can write of all things…any thought…any emotion…any experience…
Words transcend…transport…our souls to the familiar…simultaneously to the hitherto unknown…
And what of love?
Universally speaking we’ve all tasted it…felt it knock us off our feet…or at the very least we’ve dreamt of it…what it would feel like in Love’s embrace…enveloped by all the very varied vicissitudes of that holy grail of emotions…
Yes…I shall share with you…dear reader…all of my experience with each and every emotion…be it mine be it anonymous…or pure fiction… For in the end…we all experience all of life eventually…some things exquisitely unique…some universal..
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
So, I would politely ask you to not equate my coming pieces referring to only myself…
Instead please think of my words as relating to us all…
In one form or another…
That is my wondrous challenge, given to myself by me..to write in such a manner so as to be relatable by all…
For we are inherently…at some level or another…all the same…
Uniquely similar…
~
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
Maybe fills Uncertainty…
Wrapped in risk…
What if’s abound…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Machinations of love occupy thought…
Permeate senses….
Resonating reason leaving a trail of doubt…
Maybe prowls lurking…
Night’s shadow…
Unceasingly seeking the entrance to Heart’s fortress…
The path I fear to tread…
Caution in bold relief on Soul’s frieze…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Love…potential probabilities…risk…life…safety…reason…
Internal discourse…
Preponderance of maybe…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Left behind in the warmth of embrace…
Doubt dissipates…
Forgotten on the shores of Trust’s consistent building…
Daring me to walk on…
Pushing beyond that fear which I hide behind so well…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
One kiss…
Elucidation sets me free…
~
΅~ ೋ ♥ ೋ ~΅
΅〜 ೋღ Christina~ ღೋ 〜΅
΅∼ ೋღ ♥ ღೋ ∼΅
΅∼ ೋღ ♥ ღೋ ∼΅
I look back trying to find illumination… Seeking my inspiration… Pivotal points of perception… I search for my words… They’ve left me in the desert of my reality…΅∼ ❀∼΅
Transport me to my dreamscape… Let me reside there… Where words float around me like butterflies of serenity… Whispering promises of peace… A balm to soothe my soul… My self expression…needing release…aching for it…΅∼ ❀∼΅
I search the depths of my heart… I see the tears… The sadness… The scars I choose to wear inside… Remembrance of days gone…memories packed away…΅∼ ❀ ∼΅
I see with hindsight a succession of happenings… I see the struggle… The very battle for my sanity ~ end with the discovery of my voice… My words… Each little nuance distinctively mine…΅∼ ❀ ∼΅
I see pieces of me creating my sanctuary… My oasis built from the words woven in my mind… All ways there waiting for me…. A bouquet of thought…΅∼ ❀ ∼΅
This is my diaphanous dreamscape… A reflection of me… My creation… Born from the ashes of my former life… Now the foundation on which I rebuild…. ~΅ ೋღ ♥ ღೋ ΅
΅∼ ೋღ Christina~ ღೋ ∼΅
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Celestial space…a place where thoughts…imagination…ideas… words… prose… and dreams dwell…
Their minds meet mutually in a way neither has known before…..
Instant ignition…
He challenges her…
He encourages her…
Inspires her…
Intrigues her…
Magnetism drawing them closer…
She sees him…
He sees her…
Collision…
He captures her heart…
She captures his…
Each willingly surrendered to the other…
Their souls entwine…They meet…
He holds her close…
A kiss tells them each more than words can express…
They share everything…
Hearts merge…
Love binds…Precious moments fill each day with laughter…adventure…shared perfection…
The sands of time flow faster than the rushing river…
He promises her forever…
She desperately wishes to believe him…Their last embrace with a final kiss…they must let each other go…
She watches him walk toward the plane waiting to take him away…
She turns so he won’t see her tears…She walks away…with such sadness…
Feeling alone but for all those magical moments that remind her of his love and devotion…
Her love for him growing…evermore…
In the silence of his absence melancholy her new companion…
Hope whispers…
She listens…smiles in remembrance…
His last words fill her mind…“This is only our prologue…”
~*~
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Copyright © Christina Brownlee 2013
∼ Reconstructing Christina ∼ 