Of what does the other moon dream?
That half whom we never might see
Does it face the stars complacently?
Knowing the sun its other side feels?
it pulls at tides on a world unknown
oh, olwen, I’m following the heart of thee
as a doe lightly leaping over still waters
my heart quickens – I loved the darker half last
la la lune, la la lune, what do the shadows see?
You can spend every moment of every day studying the facets
of spiritual love, and be completely baffled at its prisms on a twist. “You can learn all that there is to know
about their [love’s] ways in a month, and yet after a hundred years they [love]
can still surprise you at a pinch. –Tolkien (with Ben interpretations and additions).
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it
kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white
quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes
again.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland &
Through the Looking-Glass
What is it, Olwen? It is the quilt of snow over the trees
and fields, the cirrus clouds on summer days that look like cracked ice
drifting over a tropical sea, it is in the sunflowers and snowdrops in their
seasons, the tulips in the moment, and the cold snarl of the mother bear; it is
the dance of sun and moon, the clasp of a warm hand when yours is chilled to
the bone, and it is being tucked under a mighty wing, wide as the heavens and
closer than your own heart.
you are such a good writer.
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