DREAMING * IN * EVERLAND

How the world was ours to dance… now holding you only in the arms of my watercolor recollections… We ached in the loving… ached in the disappointments… then ached in the damned distance…

waxing moon… waning moon…

Time… time is a knife that severs… while chilled fingers caress the remoteness of your memory in moonlight… my detached reflections…Having to say farewell, but not yet… a coming and going…a lingering… 

autumn… winter… spring…. summer…

In autumn, the leaf must learn when to let go and have the wind whisper her over landscapes to a new resting place…  Dreams… enchantments… strip the seasons of sun and snow… leave only fragments and the fragrance of us drifting over landscapes... mindscapes…

seasons… surges… cycles…

I know that days will come when I no longer cross your mind... and they’ll turn to weeks… and seasons… and one day, when you are old, smilingly surrounded by friends and family, a glimmer of me will swift through your mind like a silhouette… and I will feel to you like a character you met once in a book… the protagonist who was to give up his whole world for the one he loved… a story for the ages… for the pages…

tides… ebbs… flows… currents…

And then you’ll know… I’m alive and well, living in Everland… and thinking of you there in the flow of that very moment… realizing that though life is sometimes lived in the shadows and the aching… it is indeed lived…

tick… tock…. tick… tock… clock…

On that distant day you’ll stop and sense something… and smell a certain fragrance… clock will stop… and you’ll know that I had been there… somewhere in that soft dusk of day reminiscing… thinking of you… and wishing that life could have been kinder to us… could have had the happy ending it once whispered…  Remember then that you will always be my angel, and I will always be your lost boy… dreaming in Everland…

Time after time….

Author's Note

To all those who have ever had to let go of one they loved… one they still love in the aching… and always will.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

I like to think that although I do not have access to their physical form I can feel their energy any time I want and I do. I realized one day that I was holding onto the suffering as a way of holding onto them. But it was actually pushing them farther away. A highly relatable and poignant write for me, Craig.

[An owl on the moon]

Your words confess so much hidden between my lines. Thank you for sensing the deeper places, yes, this powerful energy. I now cling only to the lingering light that remains, and will, no matter how faint it grows. Nothing is more worthy of our souls than the light of loving.

[Pryde Foltz]

Ultimately that is what we are ... there is just a whole of compression going on:)

[An owl on the moon]

I am still so woefully ignorant, but learning each day. :)

[Lydia Shutter]

There are ups and downs in every relationship....waxing and waning. The changes in Mother Nature mimic the changes in every relationship. Even when a relationship is over, we remember the way it felt....the melody of a song on the radio can bring us back. The sweet aroma of a perfume or even of the food we shared makes it all real again...if only for a moment. Bittersweet memories...the if onlys and the what ifs....will be with us forever. If they can make us smile even for a moment, though, they are worth holding onto. The change in font size was very effective in this write, Craig. So very emotive....and so poignant. Wonderful work. Lydi**

[An owl on the moon]

Lydi. how deeply I appreciate your thoughts and insights on these words, and life itself. Yes, the seasons, how we can learn from them. I am trying to see the beauty even in the cold, dark of winter living. And yes, these memories are only ever warm and light for me. Deep, abiding joy.