[For a short time many years passed I experimented with a poetic prose. Never quite satisfied with the result, I nonetheless post some here to gather opinions.]
"Yeah, that’s nice," asides my friend, not even bothering to look.
I return my empty gaze to the blaze of intensely pure burgundy, lagging behind my friends for but a moment. In this forest of burgundy, beautiful roses rising proudly forth from an equally powerful radiance of azure, I find more strength of Being than anything I have ever felt with these companions.
Sadly I turn away, wishing to share this magic of existence with someone understanding, for in the sharing there is not a doubling, but as with fine harmony, a quadrupling of the emotion there singly. And I think of my princess, with her long dark hair, and innocent smile... and burgundy robes more reminiscent of my Time than these, when magic is but a dream or fantasy, and is no longer acknowledged nor respected.
I trudge along defeated, my form engagingly mindlessly with my associates as I reach out on other levels. She lives so close to me, my princess, somewhere betwixt the creation and the heart. Sometimes at night, under the stars and moon, or during the pounding of the storm, or under soft rains coolly caring, or when whispered to by the wind, I look within and see her face, smiling in contemplative awe out her castle window, or in her great gardens, at the same passion plays of the universe.
I See her, and she Sees back, with her joyously sad earthy eyes, warm and embracing in their caring. We walk the universe separate yet together. I feel comforted, but alone. She is so close, yet so far away. She is a dream, a meandering of my heart, and a rambling of my soul. But her magical world is True, and Our love tender. Hence I am comforted for a time. And whether real or not, she is nonetheless a part of me I shall ne'er forsake. For without her presence, my heart wears heavy in sadness.
Come to me, my princess, with your peaceful smile, gloriously radiant in innocent rapture. Let us anon share the magical passions of the universe...
