Soliloquium: Reflections on my World.

I can feel her, always and forever. I find her here, in this wonderful place. I move to her as she stands, turning her softly until we are face to face, I'm smiling at her. I love her so much, it's like a physical thing, it uplifts me in every way. My arms go about her waist.

"Hello my love, my Angel."
 
I have no memory of rising from the couch all that I know is that somehow I am in his arms.

No words are needed I close my eyes and simply relax...
 
I just had to steal this from Britwich :eek:

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Now that the China Pearl seems to be up and running once again I happily decide to have my morning coffee in my own place.

I pop the coffee pot on to perk, I rarely get visitors but always make a full pot ...something ingrained in me by my aunt...a just in case type of thingy.

Soon I am curled up at one end of my comfy couch sipping a huge mug of the fragrant brew and wondering if I should take another stab at my Vassal post. I had placed most of my threads on hiatus so that I could better concentrate on the ones which were actually moving forwards.

Soon I am lost in the halls of The Vassal Academy...
 

Slips into Sol from the real world curls up in front of the comforting fire with a soft blanket wrapped around my slender shoulders .

The dancing flames beckon and soon I am lost in a time perhaps better forgotten the strains of a familiar song wrapping around my heart like a familiar lover...


Jar of Hearts

Christina Perri

No, I can't take one more step towards you
'Cause all that's waiting is regret
Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time


And who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?

I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms

And I've learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time


And who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?

Dear, It took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
'Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back
You don't get to get me back

And who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?
 
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I slip back into my own small space in earch of coffee. I pop the coffee pot on to perk while I tend to my fireplace. Soon I am curled up with a huge mug of my fragrant brew cupped in my between my fingers,
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Yesterday was a disturbing day foe me and after a sleepless night I still cannot make sence of what happened. Something's are beyond ones control all one can do is learn from them.

Today I shall write....
 

It is a frigid Sunday morning as I crawl out of bed and shiverioptionthe coffee pot to perk. Last night spent with my love had been wonderful it had been awhile since we had managed such a huge block of time together.

Finally, I am curled up on one end of my couch in front of the now roaring fire a mug of hot coffee clutched between my cold fingers.

Today will be divided between writing and chores, Vassal needs much attention...I also have an assignment which is over due. I am smiling at the memory as I sip my drink almost scalding my lips, giggling I the offending mug aside to cool; not expecting any visitors still in my flimsy nightie I pull out my I- pad and begin to write...
 
I hear a knock at my door and almost jump out of my skin , it is rare I get visitors and if it were my dark angel he would simply enter.

Popping on a robe and belting it around my slender frame I hurry to the door and carefully open it.

No one is there I glance around to spy a small carefully wrapped package...

A gift for me?

I carry it reverently to the sofa loath to open such a perfectly wrapped package, curiosity of course always gets the better of me and suddenly I am tearing off the paper giggling at my own lack of restraint.

I am down to the last piece of the wrapping and slow down as I peel off the gauzy inner layer

My eyes widen in delight.

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It is sheer perfection...

I carefully unfold the note it is unsigned.

I am smiling softly as I run my fingers over its polished surface.

It feels warm to the touch, it is almost as if the lovers were alive embodied with the souls of those whom they were meant to represent.

I return to my small bedroom where I carefully place it on the side table so that it is the very first thing I see when I awaken each morning.

"Thank you ." I whisper softly.

:rose: :heart: :rose:

 
I return to Soll to find two more packages on my door step, excitedly I carry them inside.

Before I have made coffee or stoke the fire back into life the two pieces are resting on my wiring table as I stare at them in total awe.

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I run from my desk to the mirror and back again wide eyed with wonder.

Is this how he sees me?

I am blushing smiling totally confused as I carry them off to my bedroom to place them with the other.

:rose:
 
I find my way back into Sol, seeing my Angel full of energy and the gifts she has been given. I smile, pulling her close as the fire springs back into life for a kiss.

"So, my Angel has a secret admirer?"
 
I melt into his arms smiling up at him.

"I might..." I tell him teasingly playing along.

"Do you think she looks like me.? "
 
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I can't help but smile, my eyes looking into hers, arms wrapped comfortably about her waist. She feels so perfect.

"I think there are certain similarities, and you always look lovely in that pose."

I move us to the other statue, the one from yesterday of the two of us together. I reach out, softly tracing the female figure.

"Looks very much like us."
 

"Looks very much like us."

I am smiling as I press closer to his side blushing, " I thought so too my love"

I lower my voice,:I think they are perfect together as if they were meant to be."
 
I smile, lowering my voice as well, leaning close to speak directly into her ear.

"I thought so too."

A quick kiss to her hear, then her cheek, her jaw, then her lips.
 
A couple presents to good friends and lovely couple. Rider, Yeishia, I hope you enjoy these gifts as well as your love for one another.:heart:
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A little something for my love, here in this place. I saw this and couldn't help but think of her.

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I somewhat reluctantly return to Soll I am exhausted.

Avoiding the mirror hanging beside the fireplace I tend to the fire but forgo the coffee post thinking as I am not drinking coffee for a while that as I do not get visitors really there is no point in wasting a whole pot.

I smile I spy the gifts left for me gathering them to my bosom as I seek out the refuge of my new bedroom where I will hang them



A couple presents to good friends and lovely couple. Rider, Yeishia, I hope you enjoy these gifts as well as your love for one another.:heart:
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These are so beautiful Veroe I thank you very much for thinking of us both they are perfection. I shall hang them both.


A little something for my love, here in this place. I saw this and couldn't help but think of her.

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Another picture that instantly reminded me of my love

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I adore the pictures my love has found for me, he is so generous I know I am not perfect like the angels he has found. I hang all of the new art along one wall and return to sit on my bed to admire my new treasures only to find another resting there.


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I smile softly I am blessed, beauty is truely in the eye of the beholder. I curl up on my bed and close my eyes seeing in my minds eye how both men view me. I hold onto that delightful image as I drift off into slumber to await my loves return...I have missed him so.
 
I wander into Soll and find my Angel sleeping in her bed. She looks so peaceful, I cannot bear to disturb her slumber. Instead I make sure she is comfortable and then climb in beside her, wrapping my arms around her slender frame. I will be here when she wakes, until then I can wait.

"I love you my Angel."
 

Somehow I know my love is with me...

As I feel his arms wrap around me I am finally able to relax , my lips curve into a soft smile as I wrap myself around him and coax him into dreamland with me...some where over the rainbow ..our special beloved place.:rose:


Somewhere over the Rainbow

Jason Castro

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true

Some day I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemondrops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?
Some day I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemondrops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?

Of course my love and I did...together..we found that perfect paradise!


:rose::rose::kiss::heart:
 
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In dreamland we are dancing cheek to cheek entwined in one anothers arms...

I do not want to awaken .

I sing gently to the music altering the lyric slightly, my warm breath caressing his neck, my soft lips close to his earlobe.

"We've got tonight
Who needs tomorrow?
Let's make it last
Let's find a way
Turn out the light
Come take my hand now
We've got tonight
Why don't we stay?
Why don't we stay"

:rose::kiss::heart::rose:
 
My sweet Angel sings wonderfully, her words slipping into my mind and bringing a smile to my lips. My arms tighten around her, holding her closer as her scent fills my nostrils. I have no desire to move, to break this perfect spell we've spun together. This moment is all that matters, all that is necessary.
 
I agree with my dark angel. This moment is all that matters, all that is necessary, sometimes it is truly all we have in life. However, sometimes our mundane needs drive us from our dreamland, bathroom duty and the need for sustenance. I am loath to leave this precious sanctuary especially knowing that as soon as as soon as I do I will be no longer nestled safely in his warm embrace.

I surface slowly into the betwixt & between and for a few heavenly moments I am content to remain there, I can still smell the masculine scent of him still feel his strong arms and if I try really hard I can feel him deep inside my soft secret places even feel the imprint of his sensual lips on mine. "Mmmmmmm."

Still reluctant to leave this moment my eyes remain closed as my gentle fingers begin to explore my own body...in my minds eye they are his of course...
 
At some point one must awaken and step into the reality of what actually is and so I finally slip from my warm bed and make my sleepy way to the kitchen. I have stopped drinking coffee again and as I rarely get visitors it seems pointless to put on a pot of coffee any more so I slide out my Vitamix and make myself a huge rejuvenating green smoothie.

In goes ice cubes, Maca, baby spinach ,spirilina, a ripe banana and tons of fresh mango, a touch of ginger and a ton of water , a quick whirl and soon I am sitting on my sofa dreamily enjoying my frothy concoction while enjoying the music of the early morning birds that I can hear singing in my garden...
 
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I stretch, feeling myself waking. My Angel is not here beside me, I must have over slept. I climb from the bed and find her looking over the garden, the sweet sound of song birds floating through the air. I sneak up behind her and slide my arms about her slender waist.

"Good morning my love."

Lips find her neck, softly kissing as we enjoy the morning.
 
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