Post by onyxfiretear on Sept 25, 2004 17:37:25 GMT -5
I lay in my room listing to the soft rain of a cool falls night, sweetly call to me from above as it melts as one into my skylight. It beckons my eyes to look above me. I do and gaze upon the most amazing sky that I have ever seen. The lightning struck and showed me the amethyst onyx heavens that so adorned my life. I pull the covers a bit more to me, and snuggle close, just admiring the spectacle of lights and beauty that is now placed before me. The rain now falls a bit harder, as if it is demanding me to come forth to it. I smile with a warm contentment in my heart, and a hunger in my soul. I decide to do as the rain has asked of me. I get up and dress in a garnet and cream gown. I swiftly go down the grand staircase that is in my home. The closer I get to the entrance door, the faster my heartbeats, and the more erratic my breathing becomes. With a shaking, I firmly grasp a hold of the brass doorknob, and turn it to the left, opening a entire new world.
Instantly a deer walks in front of my path, again I smile, and my heart over flows with immense joy and passion. How many would actually be graced enough to have one of the earths most delicate creatures stand before you and greet them? Not many I can tell you. I ran out into the open field that was to the left of my manor, and basked in all the openness and glory of the inviting rain. I held out my arms palm up, tilted my head back, and just let the sweetness of the rain drench my skin, and nourish every depth of my soul. It seems that it almost called me out to cleanses me of my sorrows, pain, and feelings of not being worthy enough for anyone. Like a baby, that is breathing it very first breath of air, the rain lets me see the world again in a new light. I stand there still, drenched to the bone, not having a care in the world. My cherry raven hair, now stuck to my face, and my gown does the same for my body. Do I go running like a child back into a building for safety? No. I stay where I am at, safe in my mother’s arms.
Further down the same field I see where wild flowers have taken root in the rich soil. How breath taking it is. The vibrant oranges, lively yellows, and amazing reds, not to mention the succulent purples, and mesmerizing blues. I make haste and run towards the flower, and gently, one by one, pick them so I might have enough for a beautiful centerpiece for the grand table, or a simple crown for me. Which ever it may be I will always be grateful. When I finish gathering all of my flowers, I hurriedly run in to see what I can make of them. I find an old vase that had been passed down from my mother’s mother. Elegant and tasteful it is. The color is a deep cobalt blue crystal with etchings of magic and love all through out. With my arms full of flowers, I look at the vase, and then back at my arms. Yes! I do have enough to show the entire manor the treasure I have found. Not caring that I am still dripping wet from the glorious rain, I lovingly arrange each flower in the vase till it is perfect. With a satisfying sigh, I go to my chamber to change my clothes before I catch my death. I come back once all is settled, admiring my treasure and yet again, listening to the rain, that melts as one, on my sky light.
Instantly a deer walks in front of my path, again I smile, and my heart over flows with immense joy and passion. How many would actually be graced enough to have one of the earths most delicate creatures stand before you and greet them? Not many I can tell you. I ran out into the open field that was to the left of my manor, and basked in all the openness and glory of the inviting rain. I held out my arms palm up, tilted my head back, and just let the sweetness of the rain drench my skin, and nourish every depth of my soul. It seems that it almost called me out to cleanses me of my sorrows, pain, and feelings of not being worthy enough for anyone. Like a baby, that is breathing it very first breath of air, the rain lets me see the world again in a new light. I stand there still, drenched to the bone, not having a care in the world. My cherry raven hair, now stuck to my face, and my gown does the same for my body. Do I go running like a child back into a building for safety? No. I stay where I am at, safe in my mother’s arms.
Further down the same field I see where wild flowers have taken root in the rich soil. How breath taking it is. The vibrant oranges, lively yellows, and amazing reds, not to mention the succulent purples, and mesmerizing blues. I make haste and run towards the flower, and gently, one by one, pick them so I might have enough for a beautiful centerpiece for the grand table, or a simple crown for me. Which ever it may be I will always be grateful. When I finish gathering all of my flowers, I hurriedly run in to see what I can make of them. I find an old vase that had been passed down from my mother’s mother. Elegant and tasteful it is. The color is a deep cobalt blue crystal with etchings of magic and love all through out. With my arms full of flowers, I look at the vase, and then back at my arms. Yes! I do have enough to show the entire manor the treasure I have found. Not caring that I am still dripping wet from the glorious rain, I lovingly arrange each flower in the vase till it is perfect. With a satisfying sigh, I go to my chamber to change my clothes before I catch my death. I come back once all is settled, admiring my treasure and yet again, listening to the rain, that melts as one, on my sky light.