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Gwyneth’s Dream

I had a dream about the turning of the season...

I had a dream about the turning of the season…

It began with rain, for the unpoetic reason

It began with rain, for the unpoetic reason

that it rained

that it rained.

I found myself in a land of clouds and shadows...

I found myself in a land of clouds and shadows…

With the water all around me, I danced barefoot in the shallows...

With the water all around me, I danced barefoot in the shallows…

With the ravens.

With the ravens.

In a dress of autumn gold, I tried to stay above the surface...

In a dress of autumn gold, I tried to stay above the surface…

And there wasn't any music, and the waterscape was wordless...

And there wasn’t any music, and the waterscape was wordless…

But I danced.

But I danced.

I felt the cold sting my shoulders...

I felt the cold sting my shoulders…

Felt the world sing for harvest...

Felt the world sing for harvest…

Knew the flowers and the queen of spring would die...

Knew the flowers and the queen of spring would die…

In the heart of the darkness, love grew strong, hard, and heartless...

In the heart of the darkness, love grew strong, hard, and heartless…

And my friends betrayed my trust and walked away...

And my friends betrayed my trust and walked away…

I danced away.

I danced away.

Autumn wings made of paper...

Autumn wings made of paper…

Short the wick, summer's taper

Short the wick, summer’s taper

Bent me low: in the gale, I could not fly...

Bent me low: in the gale, I could not fly…

Though the storm screamed

Though the storm screamed “despair!” I forgave my betrayers…

But it left me raw and outcast in the rain...

But it left me raw and outcast in the rain…

I kissed the rain.

I kissed the rain.

I kissed the rain, and I let the ice flow through me...

I kissed the rain, and I let the ice flow through me…

In the soaked and silent landscape, I felt autumn like a church key....

In the soaked and silent landscape, I felt autumn like a church key….

Pry me open...

Pry me open…

I spun through gold...

I spun through gold…

tasted white...

tasted white…

and turned to midnight...

and turned to midnight…

Felt a heaviness above me, hard with bone and graced with firelight...

Felt a heaviness above me, hard with bone and graced with firelight…

Crowned with candles.

Crowned with candles.

Oh, the long dance toward winter...

Oh, the long dance toward winter…

Rain to ice fell like splinters...

Rain to ice fell like splinters…

Sliced the light: rays of darkness heard my cry...

Sliced the light: rays of darkness heard my cry…

Built me back into ashes...

Built me back into ashes…

Lit by flame, lightning flashes...

Lit by flame, lightning flashes…

And I carved a new sceptre out of pain...

And I carved a new sceptre out of pain…

I love the rain.

I love the rain.

GKR, 28 August, 2014.

All these photos were taken at the amazing H220, one of the most inspiring sims I’ve visited in all my time in Second Life. Please visit H220. Love it. Experience it. Go back often. And donate. 

H22O

Gwyneth’s Dream

I had a dream about the turning of the season
It began with rain for the unpoetic reason
that it rained.
I found myself in a land of clouds and shadows
With the water all around me I danced barefoot in the shallows
with the ravens.
In a dress of autumn gold I tried to stay above the surface
And there wasn’t any music, and the waterscape was wordless
but I danced.
I felt the cold sting my shoulders
Felt the world sing for harvest
Knew the flowers and the queen of spring would die.
In the heart of the darkness
Love grew strong, hard and heartless
And my friends betrayed my trust and walked away.
I danced away.
Autumn wings made of paper
Short the wick, summer’s taper
Bent me low: in the gale, I could not fly.
Though the storm screamed, “despair” I forgave my betrayers
But it left me raw and outcast in the rain
I kissed the rain.
I kissed the rain and I let the ice flow through me
In the soaked and silent landscape, I felt autumn like a church key
pry me open.
I spun through gold, tasted white and turned to midnight
Felt a heaviness above me hard with bone and graced with firelight
Crowned with candles.
Oh, the long dance toward winter—
Rain to ice fell like splinters,
Sliced the light: rays of darkness heard my cry.
Built me back into ashes
Lit by flame, lightning flashes
And I carved a new sceptre out of pain:
I love the rain.

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