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This piece just got accepted to the Elysian Muse!!! Can you tell I'm excited? ;)

dreams that bear the mark of love (FOOTNOTES!)

January 31, 2021

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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 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
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 my 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.
 
Update as of 1.30.21: THIS PIECE WAS ACCEPTED TO THE ELYSIAN MUSE! I don't think I can link it on the footnotes, so just search Elysian Muse online if you feel like it, and this piece is on the home page. AHHHH!

Original Footnotes:
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. 

Colony House. “Moving Forward.” When I Was Younger, RCA Records, 2014.

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3 Comments
  • Emi

    This is so beautiful. It's great that it got accepted to another site too! It absolutely deserves the recognition.


    3 months ago
  • useless :)

    that's so cool! also, this is beautiful-
    " 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."
    the whole poem is stunning, but i just absolutely love this part. great job getting accepted!! :)


    3 months ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    Congratulations!!!


    3 months ago