Post by Aedon on Apr 4, 2011 19:08:05 GMT -8
I have said good bye to a love so many times in the past. Why does it seem so much harder this time?
I have been fortunate in my life to have,through the years, known many loves. And, they have come in the many wonderful aspects that one might come to expect, with varying degrees of the emotion attached to them. From tall to short, young to old, I have shared time with some amazing ladies.
Ahmaya, if ever there was a woman I might might describe as ideal, Ahmaya would definitely have to be counted among the best, strong, yet soft in heart and demeanor. She moves through the woods with the ease of willow, and protects her family with the tenacity of a bear.
Rianna, the very essence of youth. In her eyes I saw the wonder and promise of years long past. Her exuberant and playful nature never fails to set me on my heels. The body of a woman and the wonder of a child came to rest within her heart. I was privileged to hold her for a time, and then release her to find completion with her husband Tucker. Together they brought three new lives into the world, and gave me wee ones to dote upon.
Elisandra, gentle queen, loving friend, tireless warrior, I have watched her grow in grace over the years, seen her stand up in times of need and lead her people to a better way of life. A diplomat and a warrior,
Sage, nature rests on her brow, and wisdom in her words. She faces the reality of her existence with a full appreciation for what she is and will become. She has been my confessor, my confidant over the many years I have known her. And I know full well that when the time comes for me to say my final goodbye to her, my heart will surely break.
Phaen, Oh there is a lass to reckon with. Born of the tides and lulled to sleep by the sea swell, she stands out in my mind as the unbridled spirit of adventure. Her tales of adventure aboard The Fury set my soul to dreaming and serves to remind me that there is so much more in life to enjoy. I can only hope to be a bit like her.
Aly and Fiona, mother and daughter, alike and yet different in so many ways. Fiona has the heart and soul of an artist; and, though for many years I viewed her as just a girl in need of protection, I am in awe of the woman she has become.
Aly is a contradiction in the form of a woman. Her hard exterior seems tough , impenetrable; but hides, buried deep within, a fragile spirit both as strong as a dragon and as gentle as a summer breeze.
Janissan, My greatest love, my soul-mate - it was in her eyes that I had a glimpse of the future, in her heart that I found compassion and rest. And in her arms that I found the love I had only dreamed of all my life. She stands out in my thoughts strong and yet tender, a warrior maid, afit consort for a king. I have never understood what it was she saw in me, but there is a tenderness about her I often wondered if others could see. And, though I know not what the future may hold for us, I can rest assured that our daughter Kylee will grow up in safety and peace, under the watchful eyes of her mother.
Among the ladies I have know there have been warriors and healers, lovers and liars. I have found myself lifted to lofty heights one moment, only to find myself dashed to the rocks below as hope and trust crumpled and died. But I have loved them all, and each parting has left a mark on my heart. And yet, each time, I survived.
Why is this parting so much harder?
As I gathered up the last of my belongings, and placed them in a small box, I paused from time to time to gaze out the windows, and allowed my thoughts to be ignited to the crackling of the fire as it danced in the hearth. I have known this lady many years, and found many happy hours wrapped in her embrace. She has seen me through good times and bad, and been the one true constant in my life. It is not easy to walk away from her.
And yet, I know all too well, that it is something I must do; or, in time, I will come to think of her as more a slave keeper, then a gentle lover. All has been made ready, and I sat with her long hours last night in preparation for this.
My things are packed. Why do I hesitate?
Standing at the door of the Knights Rest, I took one last look around the tavern. In the deepest recesses of my mind, I can hear echoes of songs of the past - poems and stories shared through the bitter cold of winter - which warmed the night and helped cast off the shadows - the hearty hail of friends, as they came in seeking a fine ale, flagon of wine or a good stiff bottle of rum.
There were many nights not so joyful - times of strife when this good lady found herself laid siege to by some creatures of evil – but, through all the years, through Knights and Ladies, Lords and Kings, when it seemed as though a daemon might lay her low, or when a marriage came to brighten her halls with laughter and love, through all this and so much more, she has stood by me and protected me.
So, if as I leave this building tonight my eyes seem a bit red, and my chest appears to heave a bit, forgive me. If for a few days I seem moody and even a wee bit lost, please, try to understand. It is hard to say goodbye to one you love, and in all truth I love the Rest. But it is time for another to woo her and make her shine with laughter and music. I am her past, and though the years we shared were long, she is still young and vibrant. All she needs now is another who sees in her what I always did and still do see.
Goodbye my Love.
I have been fortunate in my life to have,through the years, known many loves. And, they have come in the many wonderful aspects that one might come to expect, with varying degrees of the emotion attached to them. From tall to short, young to old, I have shared time with some amazing ladies.
Ahmaya, if ever there was a woman I might might describe as ideal, Ahmaya would definitely have to be counted among the best, strong, yet soft in heart and demeanor. She moves through the woods with the ease of willow, and protects her family with the tenacity of a bear.
Rianna, the very essence of youth. In her eyes I saw the wonder and promise of years long past. Her exuberant and playful nature never fails to set me on my heels. The body of a woman and the wonder of a child came to rest within her heart. I was privileged to hold her for a time, and then release her to find completion with her husband Tucker. Together they brought three new lives into the world, and gave me wee ones to dote upon.
Elisandra, gentle queen, loving friend, tireless warrior, I have watched her grow in grace over the years, seen her stand up in times of need and lead her people to a better way of life. A diplomat and a warrior,
Sage, nature rests on her brow, and wisdom in her words. She faces the reality of her existence with a full appreciation for what she is and will become. She has been my confessor, my confidant over the many years I have known her. And I know full well that when the time comes for me to say my final goodbye to her, my heart will surely break.
Phaen, Oh there is a lass to reckon with. Born of the tides and lulled to sleep by the sea swell, she stands out in my mind as the unbridled spirit of adventure. Her tales of adventure aboard The Fury set my soul to dreaming and serves to remind me that there is so much more in life to enjoy. I can only hope to be a bit like her.
Aly and Fiona, mother and daughter, alike and yet different in so many ways. Fiona has the heart and soul of an artist; and, though for many years I viewed her as just a girl in need of protection, I am in awe of the woman she has become.
Aly is a contradiction in the form of a woman. Her hard exterior seems tough , impenetrable; but hides, buried deep within, a fragile spirit both as strong as a dragon and as gentle as a summer breeze.
Janissan, My greatest love, my soul-mate - it was in her eyes that I had a glimpse of the future, in her heart that I found compassion and rest. And in her arms that I found the love I had only dreamed of all my life. She stands out in my thoughts strong and yet tender, a warrior maid, afit consort for a king. I have never understood what it was she saw in me, but there is a tenderness about her I often wondered if others could see. And, though I know not what the future may hold for us, I can rest assured that our daughter Kylee will grow up in safety and peace, under the watchful eyes of her mother.
Among the ladies I have know there have been warriors and healers, lovers and liars. I have found myself lifted to lofty heights one moment, only to find myself dashed to the rocks below as hope and trust crumpled and died. But I have loved them all, and each parting has left a mark on my heart. And yet, each time, I survived.
Why is this parting so much harder?
As I gathered up the last of my belongings, and placed them in a small box, I paused from time to time to gaze out the windows, and allowed my thoughts to be ignited to the crackling of the fire as it danced in the hearth. I have known this lady many years, and found many happy hours wrapped in her embrace. She has seen me through good times and bad, and been the one true constant in my life. It is not easy to walk away from her.
And yet, I know all too well, that it is something I must do; or, in time, I will come to think of her as more a slave keeper, then a gentle lover. All has been made ready, and I sat with her long hours last night in preparation for this.
My things are packed. Why do I hesitate?
Standing at the door of the Knights Rest, I took one last look around the tavern. In the deepest recesses of my mind, I can hear echoes of songs of the past - poems and stories shared through the bitter cold of winter - which warmed the night and helped cast off the shadows - the hearty hail of friends, as they came in seeking a fine ale, flagon of wine or a good stiff bottle of rum.
There were many nights not so joyful - times of strife when this good lady found herself laid siege to by some creatures of evil – but, through all the years, through Knights and Ladies, Lords and Kings, when it seemed as though a daemon might lay her low, or when a marriage came to brighten her halls with laughter and love, through all this and so much more, she has stood by me and protected me.
So, if as I leave this building tonight my eyes seem a bit red, and my chest appears to heave a bit, forgive me. If for a few days I seem moody and even a wee bit lost, please, try to understand. It is hard to say goodbye to one you love, and in all truth I love the Rest. But it is time for another to woo her and make her shine with laughter and music. I am her past, and though the years we shared were long, she is still young and vibrant. All she needs now is another who sees in her what I always did and still do see.
Goodbye my Love.