Do not mistake my silence for a lack of grief.

She brushes the sand off the worn leather journal. The cover is scarred and notched. The world had not been kind to the battered book. Holding the light close  she tries to make out the title.

The memoirs of a forgotten and defeated warrior

She scratches the rest of the dirt off the bottom of the cover to read the rest. Her eyes open wide at what it reveals

by Ayrlyn Lessing

In time our minds will forget but our hearts never will.

Two cherry trees and a picnic mat. Thank you for the gift. Thanks for being there.

I wish we could go back in time and I 'd be the one you thought you'd find.

The final shadow that will close my eyes

will in its darkness take me from white day

and instantly untie the soul from lies

and the flattery of death, and find its way

and yet my soul won't leave its memory

of love there on the shore where it has burned

my flame can swim cold water and has learned

to lose respect for laws' severity

My soul, whom a God made his prison of,

my vens, which a liquid humour fed to fire,

my marrows, which have gloriously flamed,

will leave their body, never their desire:

they will be ash but ash in feeling framed;

they will be dust but will be dust in love

I really don't mind if I just fade away.

Love isn't all that it seems that I did you wrong

I'll stay here with you until this dream is gone

Just because you love someone doesn't mean they are right for you.

You're the one that I love
And I'm saying goodbye.

I wonder sometimes which of us is the unstoppable object and which of us is the immovable force.

Thank you random stranger you have no idea how much I needed that right now.

The sting of rejection leaves its scars upon my face

I'm ready to die in obscurity.

I have a new blog for my writing here : A Radical Dream 

It is a work in progress and a rough draft.

In the memory you'll find me

 Eyes burning up 

The darkness holding me tightly

 Until the sun rises up

Did you do it?
Yes
What did it cost?
Everything....................

Let love bleed

In your darkest hour, in the blackest night....think of me....and I will be with you. Always, For where else could I go ? Who else could I love but you?

When the seas and mountains fall 
And we come, to end of days

I still listen to this when I think of us. I think of what we were and how we used to be.

Search where you hear the song of fireflies
Search the stone where the golden pasture lies

Heart of steel
Crown of blue
Hearken to the winds, they are calling you

We are coming home this day
Lost, but now we found our way

Heart of steel
Crown of blue
Hearken to the winds, they are calling you."


Athera scrunched up her face in thought. "Fireflies don't sing! It makes no sense!"

Her father laughed. "It's just an old song, dear child. Who knows what it means, anyway. None of it makes sense. Pastures are fields of green grass. Crowns are silver metal, not blue."

"Blue like me!"

He laughed and tugged playfully on her silken hair, an unusual shade.

"Honestly, what kind of child of the moon has blue hair, anyway?!" He teased her.

Athera grinned slyly. "You made me this way!"

"Ohh no, that's not from me! I used to tell your mother that she ate one too many blue clecia berries while she carried you inside her."

His voice caught for a moment at the memory; his eyes became distant.

He quickly smiled and kissed Athera's forehead. "Enough songs for tonight; we have a big day tomorrow. Get some rest."



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Athera hummed to herself softly as she gazed at the stars. She smiled at the memory from so long ago. Rarely did she revisit old memories, but time had healed some of the pain.

Her eyes cast out from where she sat on the bluff, at the vast expanse below her. The Great Nothing lived up to its name. Her father had come through here on his journey, of that she was certain. But why? She had traveled far and seen so much, but she still had learned so little.

Her companions called out to her from below, just returned from scouting. She took one last longing look at the stars before starting her descent, carefully tracing her way down the steep cliff to rejoin them.

She could make out Rook's dark shape in the starlight. His tail swished impatiently; she knew that meant he was excited to reveal something.

"What have you found?" She called to them as she approached. "It better not just be another den of grelwe rodents, like last time..."

Rook's face spread into a wide grin, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth.

"Something special. You have to come see!"

Athera smiled in spite of herself. Rook gets excited about everything, she thought. Still, she loved her friend and was happy to humor him.

"It's not far! Hurry, hurry!" Rook called out, already trotting ahead.

Following her companions, she climbed a small foothill at the far end of the Fool's Teeth mountains. As they turned the edge of a hill, she heard a soft sound rising from below.

"It sounds like.. voices!" Athera was puzzled.

Rook looked over his shoulder, smiling. "Wait until you see!"

They made their way down a crevice. The voices grew louder. Suddenly, the valley below came into view.

Thousands of tiny points of light floated near the ground; bright white, with iridescent trails following them. They swirled slowly, playfully around each other, each giving off a sound, like a gentle, high-pitched moan. Together, their voices formed a chorus. Their light flickered slowly on and off, as did the voices.

"Aren't they fantastic!" Rook exclaimed, pouncing up and down in excitement. "We don't know what they are; but the way they flicker, they look sort of like-"

"Fireflies." Athera finished his sentence. She felt the hair on her neck stand on end. Her heart pounded in her chest. At once, the realization came over her. She finally knew.

"Here." She said loudly, firmly. "We start our search here."

By : Nicci