I don't know if I want to post streaming conscious or fic snippets.
Then I wonder why post at all? I wonder who do I post for.
Small voice said myself. Always myself.
So why the need to try and connect with others?
Because, my memory said, humans are born with only one wing, and yearn to fly.
::sigh::
That explains why I'm so earthbound.
I had waking dream. A soul standing on a cliff over violent waters. A figure with both genders and all races, though the moonlight reflected off pale skin.
Do not ask me how I know, I just do.
And this figure bore a male face, but no man's face was ever that beautiful. If such a thing as angels were to exist, then this figure was given their voice. They sang with that voice out to the water. There was no answer at first, but the song remained, never faltering, reaching to the sea, offering to the stars...
...praying to the moon.
And they answered back. Haunting sounds, soul... mending harmony. They gave back to the voie, entangled their notes and weaved them into the song. Pure tones flowed and crashed against the waves, growing in intensity, yet never in volume.
Maybe I never heard this song, maybe I just felt it. That's enough.
And it faded, waning moon song that goes silent until rebirth.
And it will reach it's crest again.
I'll just dream, of the figure on the cliff, over violent waters, calling to the voices, the souls of forver.
