Someday I will sit in the observation room of the Lighthouse Winery located on a beautiful coast surrounded by groves of birch and maple, and walnut, amid fields of flowers and tangled stands of wild blackberry, and half tamed canes of wild raspberry; where in the summer the bees and humming birds dart from blossom to blossom capturing the sweet nectar. And Ill listen as the happy voices of my guests raise in laughter and merry conversation from the floor below. The glasses clink, and dishes clatter the staff rush about to ready the wholesome food, and nuts, and cheese, and fowl, and fish, and fruits, and honey wine and tree sap ale that is the standard table fare of my household. And I will look through the telescopes toward the sunset and watch as pods of whales and schools of salmon, and sea birds move toward the sheltering arms of the Sound; and I will be patient and wait for the evening star to appear, and the moon to show its face to herald the Dance of the Celestial Denizens. And I will travel afar in the company of my friends to lands distant where strangers become strangers no longer. And I will breathe, and sail, and swim, and ride, and fly, and touch, and love...and then I will return....to write...that others will know...what it means to be a human being adrift on the boat we call life, in a sea of change, on a raft made out of bone and stardust, awash in the colors of the light, and bound in the gravity of night. ~ Almoustine (Dreams, 2013)
Posted on: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 01:25:19 +0000
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