Repose and Prose

Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata

Moonlight on the twisted road,
And on the waters.
He moves through silence.
A phantom, a negative image, 
A whisperer of dreams, empty space.
This life,
His life
Is repetition.
The same sad notes and hopeful crescendo
Echo in the melancholy halls
Of memory.
He hurtles through darkness.
A once-dreamer, a lost love,
A mother's promise.
The darkness makes us all the same,
The darkness breaks us all the same.

What part of him has been shattered tonight?
Can it be restored?
Can he be
Restored?

Moonlight on the crumpled smile,
And on his eyes.
He glances at heaven,
And sees his tears suspended in the sky.
He bears the largest burden of them all,
especially heavy tonight.
Stars fall from his galaxy eyes
And twinkle on the pavement.

A master storyteller, child,
And weaver of melody,
He plays his last chords
Tonight.

Christmas!

Merry Christmas, everyone! 
I hope yours is wonderful & loverly.

Cruzin' down the Lane

SO. I had the best time last night (and this morning!) with my good fraaaaaaahn Cloë (owner of the amazing blog, Swallows in the Attic). We saw Jesus Christ Superstar, which was kind of cool and kind of lame. Haha.

Some especially loverly moments:

"I thirst...I thirst, I thirst. I'm THIRSTY."

The dude with the super deep voice

Being disruptive in the fancy Hollywood restaurant

"What I NEEEEEED right now!"

Elle oh elle!

And she slept over and we spent the night talking about people at school (tsk tsk tsk, I know) and making up nicknames for random people. And in el morningo, we watched a most DEEEE-Lite Full movie:

SON OF RAMBOW

it was, quite frankly, HILAIRS and HEART-WARMING

THE END!

FIN!
FINITO!

Patterns Swam Before Her Eyes- Revised

I made some changes. You like? Or no?

I smiled as he dragged me down,
As the waters filled with light,
Under a blue violet sky.

I might have screamed.
Probably tried to escape, at first,
Like we all do. 

'Til my struggle ceased
And my fingers waved of their own accord
In the cold, cold waters. 

I watched my laughter rise to the surface,
Caught in bubbles of sound.
I wonder if you could hear them popping.

Do I let myself fall, descend, float,
Down, down, down,
Further into the electric water?

It seems I don't have a choice.

Someone's body (is it mine?), suspended in
This, a glorious half-dream,
A crystal glass of trapped time.

White gold sparks dance around,
Shooting their sharp peals of laughter
Right through my head

What will happen if I let this
Serenity
Envelop me completely?

Then,

The lungs hidden under my flesh and bone-
Enveloped by slow flame as I hit rock bottom.
My toes dig into the concrete.

I push through miles of water to break the surface
For warm, fresh air on my face,
And gold and sapphire clouds in a amethyst sky.

The sky deepens within itself just for my eyes to see.
Deep, dark purple blooms behind the clouds,
Fresh-plucked petals at the bottom of an abyss.

Looking all around for the sparks
Jewels laid out upon a velvet sky
But the sly fingers of the water plucked them away. 

So...another breath, two more,
Then I let myself fall once again,
And I join the shifting spark-tide.