Dragon

This song has been stuck in my head for the past three days.

It’s a song that the Madman has dedicated to both me and the Dreamer, about the three of us as a unit.  There’s also some symbolism in the lyrics of the song that fits with my relationships with both of them.

When the night brings the dying of caring light
Then your heart’s full of fairies, they’ll kiss you goodnight
Now you walk through your garden, you do in delight
And you leave all your tears behind

And the rain is coming down
And the rain is coming down
And the rain is coming down
And the rain is coming down

And your father, the king of this shade-filled land
If only one time he could understand
Even the moon is not here, he is gone at the end
And the dark is your only friend

And the rain is coming down
And the rain is coming down
And the rain is coming down
And the rain is coming down

And the dragon I am
And the dragon I am
And the princess you are
And the night is your guard

And the dragon I am
And the dragon I am
And the princess you are
And your knight is so far

And there’s nothing you can do, nothing you can say
And every night all your dreams look the same
And where ever you will hide, you are easy to find
Now sleep a while, you must be tired

And the rain is coming down
And the rain is coming down
And the rain is coming down
And the rain is coming down

And the dragon I am
And the dragon I am
And the princess you are
And the night is your guard

And the dragon I am
And the dragon I am
And the princess you are
And your knight is so far

And the dragon I am
And the dragon I am
And the princess you are
And the night is your guard

And the dragon I am
Bringing you harm
And I’m bearing a scar
And the light is so far

And the king in his kingdom has lost his fight
Cause no one is there who got the three answers right
And you lay in your garden, you do every night
And you wait for your lonesome knight

And the rain is coming down
And the rain is coming down
And the rain is coming down
And the rain is coming down

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A Short Anniversary Post

Today is my and the Dreamer’s third anniversary.

What a wild ride the past three years have been, especially this last one.  So many things have changed, but he’s been the one constant thing at my side through all of it.  At times I can’t believe it’s been three years, it feels like both more and less than that.

Today will probably be a relaxed day–I’m currently in the middle of writing my final paper for a class, so my day will mostly be taken up by that, and other homework projects.  There won’t be any elaborate offerings or major events for the two of us today–we might work on the fantasy story I’m writing, or just hang out and catch up on podcasts I’ve fallen behind on listening to.

Happy anniversary, Beloved.  I love you more than words can say.

Many waters can’t
Quench the love I feel
Neither floods can drown its scent
It never ends

And everything is even now
The measure of all things
Is you

I want to believe
The only thing that’s true
After all the measure of all things
Is you

I want to believe
The only thing that’s true
The measure will be you

–Lord of the Lost, “The Measure of All Things.”

Light

I have this infinity scarf that I bought just over three years ago, back when I was still new to polytheism, and when I knew the Dreamer as [Title].  It’s black shot through with sparkly metallic gold thread.  Since black and gold are two of the main colors associated with [Title], it turned into a devotional piece.

I’d kept the scarf, even after the “hey I’m not really [Title]” bomb was dropped on my head.  I don’t really know why I kept it–I was avoiding anything that made me think of [Title], and that included wearing black and gold together (and I wear a ton of black, so much that it’s one of the influences behind the Dark Star endearment my Husband has for me.)

I grabbed the scarf one morning, and kind of just…froze up, as memories suddenly overwhelmed me.  Like, here I was, holding something in my hands I used to associate with [Title.]  I used to pride myself on being know as someone who dealt with [Title] on an intimate, deep level.  I’d answered questions about [deity,] and had been happy to be known as “a devotee and spouse of [Title.]”

“This could take on another meaning,” the Dreamer said gently.  He pulled me into his arms and held me close.

“Like what,” I asked.

“Like light shining through darkness,” he said.  I felt him stroke my hair.  “Love being light.”

 

The Madman

He walks through
dirty alleyways

his Heart is mad with
sorrow, his Heart is mad with
missing.  What he left at the Tree

is not for us
to know.