Soliloquium: Reflections on my World.

"Skinflute?" he asks eyes widening, "Is that what they call it now? I thought it was the mouth organ?" he says grinning wickedly.[/QUOTE


"A mouth organ is a harmonica," I play that quite well too." i tell him solemnly.
 
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I lead him to the couch and sit with him on it blushing as i make a small confession.

"When I was with Allain he once took me to the symphony. Afterwards his friends came back to our house. He told them I play skinflute. At the time I was not familiar with the term. When I found out I was so embarrassed. So you see I have come a long way to be able to admit my proficiency in a public place. " I lower my eyes fingers twisting in my lap.
 
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He chuckles happily, "So I was right you were making an innuendo." he cups her cheek grinning down at her, "That was very nice. We'll cure you of your shyness yet." he teases, "Even if it is lovely and your blush pretty as well."
 
"Mmmmmm , that might take a while, I have been this way all of my life I think."

My candid eyes raise to his once more.

"Glad do you think me weak, because I am shy? "
 
"Of course I don't." I say softly eyes meeting hers lifting her chin with one finger to do so. Green almonds searching hers. "Some people are just shy, reserved, some people are perfectly comfortable with that fact. There are strengths to these people. Some make excellent listeners. I can be a good listener, but I sometimes have to train myself to stop talking long enough to listen. This is a weakness of mine. Your shyness can feel like a weakness to you but can also be one of your greatest strengths." I smile, "It has nothing to do with your strength or weakness though, in my not so humble opinion." I chuckle.

Trying to lighten the mood I make a comment that is sure to make her blush, "Maybe you'll play the skinflute for me someday."
 
I listen to what he has to say my expressive eyes still fixed to his. "I know that I am shy but Glad I do not consider myself weak.I have many failings but that is not one of them it never has been. Even when I was with Allain it took a lot of strength to endure until I was ready to take flight with my young son."

I hum a few bars of a song I identify with, "I am woman I am strong..."

Play skinflute for him!. He is right I do blush more ,but to my own surprise I hold his gaze steadfast as I speak again.

" I only play skinflute for those I adore and only if they keep their instrument strong and well tuned and only if they ask me very nicely."

I smile softly,"this girl...I ... hope to play it for you one day soon."

I cannot help but dissolve into a fit of giggles "Lisa would like too also," I choke out blushing more..
 
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he listens to her words, he can't help thee color coming to his own cheeks, "I'm sure I would enjoy it m'lady." he says with a smile, "Oh?" hhe says eyebrows raising at the use of a name not often spoken on the boards, "Are you suggesting the player behind lady Yeishia is interested?" he teases.

He lays a hand on hers, "I tease you because I love your blush so my dear." he explains.
 
He might like my blushes I did not and truly wished I could banish them completely. still if my blushes pleased him it was a small price to pay to see him relaxed and smiling.

Of course I blush more at his teasing comments. The player behind Lady Yeishia? That concept was a foreign one to me because I was simply writing as myself, perhaps that was why I found it difficult to write in third when in the lounges. Referring to myself in that manner made me giggle when I read it back.

"Glad they are one and the same, I never made a persona when I arrived on Lit I guess I did not realize it was perhaps the norm. What you see is what you get in both worlds, warts and all."

I pause for a moment unsure of what else to say. " Of course Yeishia will not grow old in this realm and she is considered beautiful here..."

Teasing back, finding his gorgeous eyes again I add, "As for the skin flute, due to my innate shyness I not play it for many, so perhaps my proficiency would increase if I were to practice more for someone I trusted well enough to do so."

* feigns looking around as if wondering who that someone might be.*

 
I smile at her, "Well then you are a gentle soul in both realms who does what she can to brighten people's days."

I lift her hand to my lips, kissing the palm, "Well, I always say practice makes perfect. if you need an err. instrument to work on so to speak, I certainly could make sure I was available, at the drop of pants... err, a hat." I laugh teasing her my turn to blush.
 
My soft skin tingles at his gentle kiss the sensation skittering along my bare arms, given wings as I spy his tender blush...my imagination is given flight. In my minds eye I fee him of his garments and kneel before him intent that we make beautiful music together. I softly reach out to touch the instrument of my desire wanting nothing more to make it sing.

mmmmmm....my eyes lower thankful that he cannot read my fanciful mind.

"That is very nice of you to offer Glad...if it is not too much of an imposition...I might be persuaded to practice more," I whisper softly, my delicate blush matching his to perfection.
 
My smile widens. I cannot read her mind but her face says she's having lovely thoughts, probably as good as mine. I kiss up to her wrist before I lower it, "I should be careful or I'll seduce you and spoil your virtue." I tease, my eyes saying that the thought is a very appealing one.

"Oh no trouble at all, I am at your disposal." I grin even as I blush.
 
" Seduce me? heavens it has been a while I think perhaps I may have forgotten how to respond."

Smiling softly I pull him to his feet. "Come lets walk in the gardens they are beautiful at this time of year, full of vibrancy and life."

Barefoot I link my bare arm with his and guide him down the winding pathway my face alight with happiness...
 
I smile, "I'm sure I could remind you." I lean over and kiss her cheek softly.

When she suggests a walk I smile, "That sounds lovely." When she slides her arm through mine, I revel in the feeling oof her skin on mine. Mine is soft but hers so much moreso. I slide my arm backwards so I can take her hand in mine, fingers automatically lacing with hers.
 
His hand slips into mine and I skip along pulling him with me until we are standing beneath my favorite tree. I pull a cherry blossom from a low hanging branch and tuck it behind my right ear entwining its stem within my unruly hair blushing as I wonder if he will guess at its significance. Feeling safe that he will not I pick another and tuck it behind his elegant ear. I would tuck it in his left but feel somehow that would be tempting fate somehow.

The sensual fragrance surrounds us both, heady, evocative and full of promise...

Inhaling deeply I smile standing on tiptoe to place my soft lips gently upon his. "Tis magic here," I whisper softly into the small space between our lips.
 
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Tapestry

My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the ever-changing view
A wondrous, woven magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold

Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by
He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide
And a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either side

He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know
Just what he was there for, or where he ought to go
Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
And his hand came down empty

Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road
He sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad
It seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell
And I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him well

As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared
A figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard
In times of deepest darkness, I've seen him dressed in black
Now my tapestry's unraveling - he's come to take me back
He's come to take me back

Carole King
 
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I walk with her, feeling her hand in mine, small and delicate compared to my own. Her energy and excitement is infectious and I feel myself smiling.

She leads me to a beautiful tree, old and elegant. I smile, being nature in this place is welcoming to an elf like me.

Green eyes watch her every move taking in the sight of her pulling down a flower for herself and then me. I feel her fingertips just barely brush the sensitive tips of my ears. I shiver at even that brief of a contact. "Now we match hmmm?" I ask after a moment, the scent of the flowers drifting over us.

She leans up and kisses my lips, brushing her lips against mine. I can feel their softness as I let my eyes flutter closed, savoring the gentle touch. I had dipped my head to meet her kiss, not forcing her to stretch quite as far, although the thought of her having to get even closer to stretch higher perhaps putting a hand on my chest for balance did sound appealing. I slid my arms around her waist as she spoke into the space where our breaths mingled. "I am glad you believe in magic little one, so many do not believe. Not the magic of wizards and spells as one might expect from an elf like me, but no, the magic in the beauty of nature, the magic of the connection between people."
 
I can feel his words seep into my very skin, skin which is very aware of the handsome elf standing so close. My eyes flutter closed as his arms slide around my tiny waist.

The smell of the cherry blossom is intoxicating, yet as my senses attune to him it fades into the back ground leaving only his...Warm male goodness, an almost indescribable smell that is his alone, an earthy combination of natures essence...he smells of rebirth.

Fanciful or not the impression remains casing my startled eyes to open and begin searching his; it is almost inevitable that mine slowly change from hazel until they are purest of greens, matching to perfection those I am steadfastly reading.

Satisfied, I stand on tip toe pressing closer, my lips once again tasting his...birdsong and beating hearts... I smile softly against the warm softness before slowly deepening the kiss.

My own arms reach up entwining in his silken hair and as I melt against him last hazy impression is that of...total oneness.
 
Having spent the better part of the afternoon and evening sleeping I found mysel wide awake in the middle of a restless night.

Rather than toss and turn I had chosen to return to the solace of Soll.

Slipping off my sandals as I crossed the threshold moving into my small kitchen where I uncork abottle of chilled white wine before pouring it carefully into a fluted glass.

An old school vinyl LP is carefully place on the turntable; Tapestry by Carol King.

The soft music spilled out into the moonlit night carrying me with it swaying softly to the heady sounds.

As I sip my wine I gradually relax became lost in the evocative lyrics.

I feel the earth move under my feet...


I feel the earth move under my Feet

I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down
I feel my heart start to trembling
Whenever you're around

Ooh, baby, when I see your face
Mellow as the month of May
Oh, darling, I can't stand it
When you look at me that way

I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down
I feel my heart start to trembling
Whenever you're around

Ooh, darling, when you're near me
And you tenderly call my name
I know that my emotions
Are something I just can't tame

I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down
I feel my heart start to trembling
Whenever you're around

I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down
I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down

I just lose control
Down to my every soul
I get hot and cold all over
All Over
All Over
All Over

I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down
I feel my heart start to trembling
Whenever you're around

Sky tumbling down
Sky tumbling down
Sky tumbling down
Sky tumbling down

Carole King​
 
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"I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself."​

~Unknown~

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The music changes and I barely notice.my wine is forgotten as the dancer of the moonlight becomes lost in both the music and the dance ...


"Way Over Yonder"

Way over yonder is a place that I know
Where I can see shelter from hunger and cold
And the sweet-tastin' good life is so easily found
Way over yonder, that's where I'm bound

I know when I get there, the first thing I'll see
Is the sun shining golden, shining right down on me
Then trouble's gonna lose me, worry leave me behind
And I'll stand up proudly in a true peace of mind

Way over yonder is a place I have seen
It's a garden of wisdom from some long ago dream

Maybe tomorrow I'll find my way
To the land where the honey runs in rivers each day
And the sweet-tastin' good life is so easily found
Way over yonder, that's where I'm bound
Way over yonder, that's where I'm bound


 
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~ knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror?
To the lonely themselves it wears a mask.
The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.~
~Joseph Conrad~​


I spin and tumble through the music carried away by the powerful lyrics tears streaming down my face unheeded.


"Beautiful"

You've got to get up every morning with a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You're gonna find, yes, you will
That you're beautiful as you feel

Waiting at the station with a workday wind a-blowing
I've got nothing to do but watch the passers-by
Mirrored in their faces I see frustration growing
And they don't see it showing, why do I?

You've got to get up every morning with a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You're gonna find, yes, you will
That you're beautiful as you feel

I have often asked myself the reason for THE sadness
In a world where tears are just a lullaby
If there's any answer, maybe love can end the madness
Maybe not, oh, but we can only try

You've got to get up every morning with a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You're gonna find, yes, you will
That you're as beautiful,as you feel...​
 
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For me dancing and music are cathartic.
It had been a pain filled week in more ways than one.
Yesterday especially my visit to the hospital had left me drained.
As the last song began to play I picked up my wine glass and returned indoors to curl up on the overstuffed couch before the fireplace.
My eyes drifted closed and I clearly saw his face...


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~maybe you don't need the whole world to love you.Maybe you just need one person. ~
Kermit the frog to Miss Piggy.



"Will You Love Me Tomorrow"

Tonight you're mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you love me tomorrow

Is this a lasting treasure
Or just a moment's pleasure
Can I believe the magic of your sighs
Will you still love me tomorrow

Tonight with words unspoken
You say that I'm the only one
But will my heart be broken
When the night meets the morning sun

I'd like to know that your love
Is love I can be sure of
So tell me now and I won't ask again
Will you still love me tomorrow
Will you still love me tomorrow
Will you still love me tomorrow

I found that I was truly smiling, perhaps now I would sleep...
Just got to,love Kermit the Frog lol.


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*Slips in and places a large stuffed Panda holding a small heart shaped pillow in a chair for Yeishia, and a note saying how sorry I am for missing all the messages she's sent/left me over the last few weeks, wishing I could stay I make sure the Stuffed panda doesn't fall or tilt out of the chair before I slip back into the real world to take care of what life has thrown my way.*
 
Slipping into my own domain my face lights up in a smile when I see the panda. Clutching a small heart, placing the coffee mug down I hug it to me.

" thank you AMC" I whisper knowing he will hear me.

Placing the bear on my small bed I return push open the huge French doors grab my coffee and head out into the gardens...I adored Spring amd would drink it with mu fishie friends down by the pond.
 
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