Reflected by the mountain stream Have the cherubs gone over the skies, When the evening came I was all things and Now when I walk out alone from the mist, long after
the embers kept us warm When you came leading me out, When did I lose you?
my calm warm shoulder. I roll over in the biting cold for will you believe me? we walked in snow I see the early moon, silent and poignant.
If I say mon nom In my sleep searching,
Who are you? The chorus;
Who am I? I was what you said I was. Soliloquy.
The stars are rising for their dusk-dance in my eyes.
I was love, I was a mother, drawing crimson curtains to play in the park? The corners, they are all empty and faint in the mists.
I see only a shadow's arm around me - I was a teacher. clasped clad in love that others said I was.
Now, gone, none my datum and reference.
Have you gone for a stroll my love? celestial light, I walked deeper into the night, away from your green-golden presence.
Series inspired by the life of this remarkable hermit-woman:
http://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-30796537
Deliberate use of disjointed Surrealist constructions. Here to convey a haunting mood, I've used what I call the 'spider method' - a question spawns several inter-linked chains of thoughts none of which fully answers it; having spawned them, the question sits in the center, alive, and still pulsating with life. It can take any of the directions;
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