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     Olme Tlaloco |
Date 11 stone knife, 1 flower, 1 flower The protector of day Xochitl (Flower) is Xochiquetzal. Xochitl is a day for creating beauty and truth, especially that which speaks to the heart who knows it will one day cease to beat. Xochitl reminds us that life, like the flower, is beautiful but quickly fades. It is a good day for reflection, companionship and poignancy; it is a bad day for repressing deep-seated wishes, desires and passions. (CROP_Tlaloco) H)::tlaloco avoids the doctor's gaze, staring at the children playing in the purple sand:: (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::shifts her gaze and looks over at Jenny playing:: (CROP_Tlaloco) H)::speaks softly:: And I, infintessimal being, drunk with the great starry void... (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::looks back:: (q) Wh...What? (CROP_Tlaloco) H)Neruda. Old earth poet. Just thinking aloud. (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::smiles:: I like poetry too...but Im kind of a fan of poets like Edgar Allan Poe. (CROP_Tlaloco) H)::smiles:: He was one of the great ones. (CROP_Tlaloco) H)I felt myself a pure part (CROP_Tlaloco) of the abyss, (CROP_Tlaloco) I wheeled with the stars, (CROP_Tlaloco) my heart broke free on the open sky. (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::smiles:: (CROP_Tlaloco) H)::finally looks at her:: without suffering, there's no poetry. (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::sighs softly and starts reciting:: From childhood's hour I have not been..... As others were; I have not seen (LCdr_Dyson) As others saw; I could not bring (LCdr_Dyson) My passions from a common spring. (CROP_Tlaloco) that's what I meant when I said I saw poetry in your eyes. It's all there, the lyrical music of your voice. (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::smiles:: (CROP_Tlaloco) H)doctor- (CROP_Tlaloco) H)I can feel my heart beating faster. (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::looks at him:: w...what? (CROP_Tlaloco) H) H);;looks away:: never mind. (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::frowns and sighs, standing up and walking over to where the children are playing and looking at the purple sand:: (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::sighs heavily, babbling something in gaelic as she stares at the water:: cronaím thú ••••• means i miss you but we'll assume shes saying something else. )) (CROP_Tlaloco) My sorrow; I could not awaken (CROP_Tlaloco) My heart to joy at the same tone; (CROP_Tlaloco) And all I loved, I loved alone. (CROP_Tlaloco) Do you think that's so, Lauren? (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::closes her eyes for a moment, hands at her sides:: (CROP_Tlaloco) H) That all we love, we love alone? (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::looks back:: I hope not (CROP_Tlaloco) H)I hope not too. (CROP_Tlaloco) H) Our people say that the true warrior casts no reflection in the smoking mirror. (CROP_Tlaloco) H) That I can stand before you with a pure heart and be your mirror- (CROP_Tlaloco) H)::shrugs:: anyway, that's what they say. (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::nods then looks at the ground:: Maireann croí éadrom i bhfad (CROP_Tlaloco) H) OK. (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::looks at him:: Im sorry...when im nervous I tend to babble in gaelic (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::sighs and looks down:: Im sorry (CROP_Tlaloco) H) I tend to spout poetry. (CROP_Tlaloco) H)::walks close to her:: No. You're not sorry. (CROP_Tlaloco) H)You're the opposite. You're wonderful. (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::looking away, tears forming:: I....I dont know why I do that, I just start talking in my native language (CROP_Tlaloco) H)Because that is the wellspring of your feelings. (LCdr_Dyson) H) Because its my heritage.... I only left when I went to the academy (CROP_Tlaloco) H)::wipes her eyes, gets a flash:: It was what you spoke with your sister. (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::looks at him:: How'd you know that? (CROP_Tlaloco) H)I have- empathy. It comes in flashes. It puts me at a disadvantage, so I have to express my own feelings so that everything is fair. (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::nods:: I see (CROP_Tlaloco) H)If you were empathic, do you want to know what you'd hear in my mind? (LCdr_Dyson) H) No idea.. (CROP_Tlaloco) I see you, your beauty and your flaws, and I see your pain, and from that wellspring of your childhood, I feel the germ, the very beginning of a bond. (CROP_Tlaloco) H) A bond between us, and it frightens me. (CROP_Tlaloco) H) I see how the tears played connect the dots between the freckles on your cheek, and it moves me. (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::nods:: I could say the same.. Ive already had one relationship end tragically...not the first time my hearts been broken I assure you (CROP_Tlaloco) H)If we only have here and now, no past- then in this moment I would incline my face towards yours- (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::looking at him:: And do what? (CROP_Tlaloco) H) And in this place without fears or past, or betrayals, I would offer you a kiss. (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::looks at him:: Really? ::blushes:: (CROP_Tlaloco) H)s::smiles:: Do you need to be empathic to believe me? (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::shakes her head:: no,not really (LCdr_Dyson) Just scared of another failed relationship (LCdr_Dyson) or somoene dying on me (CROP_Tlaloco) H) ::holds up a finger:: No fears. No past. No betrayals. Here and now, each second evolving to the next. (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::looks at him, a tear forming in her eyes:: (CROP_Tlaloco) H)::looks back at her, with his own tears:: (LCdr_Dyson) H) Thats beautiful (CROP_Tlaloco) H)the anomaly of space and time. And at its center- (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::smiles:: (CROP_Tlaloco) H)::leans closer:: (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::blushes:: (LCdr_Dyson) Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! (LCdr_Dyson) My spirit not awakening, till the beam (LCdr_Dyson) Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. (LCdr_Dyson) Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, (CROP_Tlaloco) You are taken in the net of my feeling (CROP_Tlaloco) and my nets of feeling are wide as the sky. (CROP_Tlaloco) My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning. (CROP_Tlaloco) In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins. (CROP_Tlaloco) H)::leans close enough to feel the warmth of her breath on his lips:: (LCdr_Dyson) H) ::eyes fixed on his, not saying anything:: (CROP_Tlaloco) H)::holds that moment for- ever? a second? |