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Just fixed a few grammar/formatting errors. Anything I should change, LMK. What did you see, feel, or hear when you read this? I'd love to know.
Also, see footnotes.

dreams that bear the mark of love (FOOTNOTES!)

November 27, 2020

FREE WRITING

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"Because dreams that bear the mark of love / are dreams that never die"

do you have any dreams that bear the mark of love, darling?
dreams are so dang elusive
like a mischievous faerie, or a pixie that beckons for you
just around the bend
but you reach the clearing where it promised to wait
and you are left with only the babbling brook for company
not that you mind, usually—she's quite friendly, saves you the need to reply as she chatters on
but that dream promised.

where did it go?

you call for it to return
so that you may seek to turn it into more than a dream
so that you may go from dreaming to doing
but as you peer around the bend and leave the brook behind
endless hills greet you
and no pixie or faerie in sight.
the dream has escaped once more,
into the recesses of your cavernous and gorgeous mind.

***

days of summer whisper as they pass by
you hear music in hues of gold
flute shimmers like the lavender dusk at sunset
percussion pounds in all its vivid beats
saxophone croons in rich and twisting colors—you're never quite sure what color it may be
acoustic guitar paints in pastels
piano notes sing in shades of gray
from the dramatic charcoal to a sorrowful dove-gray
and as the last note lingers on once-summer air
you hear the little laugh like clinking glass
of your ever-disappearing dream.
but this time, you pause. inhale deeply. smile at the sky and thank the world for its beauty. 
you listen to the laughter like clinking glass
and the music in hues of gold,
and gratitude floods you.

summer seeps into sepia days
and you chase, chase, chase the dream.
this time—oh, this time—
you shall never relent in your pursuit. 
but now, you know to be gentle yet firm; unyielding but compassionate 
and then the day comes when—
when you arrive at that clearing,
and there stands your dream. 
it waits for you to approach, to ask it
"why?"
it smiles and tosses its head, letting the dying sun catch it in fiery hands.
"the mark of love, my dear," it replies. 
"what is 'the mark of love?'" you ask, but your dream merely smiles with a knowing look in its luminous eyes.
suddenly, the dying sun catches you in it fiery hands, and you
have never felt
    this way
        as if light itself
            runs through your veins
                as if the sun itself has bequeathed 
                    viscous gold to your soul.
"is this the mark of love?" you breathe, basking in the purity. 
you watch your dream—it nods—and you start to understand.
"all these days i spent chasing you, you were only waiting for me," you begin. "waiting for me to realize that you did not bear me mark of love. i was selfish. you had to wait for me to bestow upon you the mark of love in order for me to catch you."
"yes. i must thank you for saving me," says your dream. "for making me a dream marked by love."

at last, you have peace.
 
I honestly don't know where this came from. Well, it came from the song "Moving Forward" by Colony House. It's a wonderful song, full of fresh hope, new beginnings, and great lyrics. As seen above.
I also had an idea about music in hues of gold, which reminded me of synesthesia, and I decided to put it all together. I also wanted it to be a positive, pretty poem. (ugh, bad alliteration.)
So, I thought, why not make a dream a real person? 
And I realized... dreams really do need to "bear the mark of love" in order to be successful and fulfilling. As in, not selfish. At least, not completely. 

But the other reason I wanted to write this piece was to announce a new username challenge! The problem is, I can't decide what kind. Here are my top ideas:
#winter wonders
#wonders of winter
#winter whimsies
#whimsies of winter
#holiday vibes
#holiday spirit
#idk what to put here... ideas? votes? i'll go by whatever y'all pick.

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2 Comments
  • Rohan’s Defender

    Re: aw, thank you! And I think that would be really fun! :)
    How are you doing?


    6 months ago
  • Rohan’s Defender

    Oh my....... I can’t express to you how INDESCRIBABLE THIS IS! EVERY WORD IS PURE, SHIMMERING GOLD! Thank you for giving the beauty to us.
    I really like holiday vibes! I think it would be fun to do some based on funny holiday memories. And maybe they could then write a piece about it too!


    6 months ago