“Is love a fancy, or a feeling? No.”
This line from Hartley Coleridge’s Sonnet VII is the basic sum of what I’d like to write about today.
Although some forms of love include feelings and fancies, they are not true love. Love in its purest form goes far beyond feelings and fantasies.
Note: Well here we are, something a little different for you all! I normally write poetry, but I do have a few short stories lying around and I thought I'd post one. This is based off of some real events. I really did get the necklace described in this piece from my Godmother for college graduation. Also, the necklace does mean to me what I describe in the story.
REDSHAFT
REDSHAFT
CHAPTER TWO
"Be wary of the walltop guards," I whispered as we jogged across the grass. "Let's not head to the forest, though."
He turned to me, slowing his pace, "Why not?"
"The stretch of ground is too vast, we risk being seen and shot. Let us head to the marshes," I motioned to the yellowing ground that stretched away to the left of the woods, cloaked in blue mists. "We will reach it in under three minutes instead of the ten or so to the treeline, and our position will be veiling by the fog."
The light on the water,
Stars shining in heaven,
The moon in the leaves,
And you’re standing by me.
Standing by me,
You’re standing by me.
By the side of the river
In the midst of the woods,
There at my side,
You’re standing by me.
For better or worse,
Through life until death,
To love and to cherish,
Before the turn of the century divorce did not exist. Married couples would never consider breaking the vows they made at the altar, for moral reasons or not. As time moved on however, the U.S. government gradually allowed more and more grounds for divorce until eventually couples had no need to justify leaving each other. Now, about 50\% of married couples in America eventually get divorced and that includes couples inside the church.1 People in America no longer understand love or what it looks like.
Lifeless white, a waiting page
Speechless, I find myself
Lacking the wisdom to reach the heights
Lacking the love to touch the heart
Lacking the art to touch the soul
While all the right words run away
Formless, thoughts dance through my mind
Desperate prisoners, tightly shut
Lacking the breath to give them life
Lacking the key to break them free
Lacking the form to give them voice
While all the right words run away