Cyril Darkcloud Posted May 9, 2002 Report Posted May 9, 2002 Wind, its very essence is to move – the freest of all that is free, moving where and when it will. With the very first breath of birth life drinks the freedom of wind. The name that has been so recently torn from him was given at the moment his lungs first filled with the free and moving air of the wind. One does not control the wind, one enters it, feels its freedom and moves. He breathes deeply filling his lungs with the harsh and bitter Wind that has scattered and dispersed his name and his past and borne him to these lands where life is lived far from the skies. He turns his face upward and his eyes move across the darkened heavens until they find the Great Nomad, the one who wanders and is never lost. Filling his eyes with its light, he sits on the stone ledge of the mountainside and thinks of the child whose eyes he promised he would meet at this star. After some time, he removes the locket from around his neck, opens it and prays silently over the smiling face of she who will again be his daughter. Tears well up within his eyes but do not fall and he looks upward once more, his eyes reaching out through unshed tears for the Nomad’s light. To be exiled, to move within the currents of a Wind terrible in its freedom, to be a man without even the consolation of the name of one’s youth – sterner indeed even than death is the love that has made this choice. He rises, the moisture in his eyes borne away by the swiftly moving air, and steps off of the ledge. No, one does not control the wind – one enters it, feels its freedom and moves. More to follow .....
Guest Xradion Posted May 12, 2002 Report Posted May 12, 2002 I hope I'm not breaking up the flow, but I just wanted to congratulate you on what you've written so far. Very descriptive. Nice use of imagery. Nice contrast between the freedom and harshness of the wind. "The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, /The answer is blowin' in the wind.."--(Yeah, like I really need to tell you it's)Bob Dylan. That guy had a really annoying voice, but MAAAAN did he know how to sing with soul (and his guitar skills and lyrics kicked ass, of course). All right, THAT broke up the flow. Sorry. No more interruptions of that nature. I just couldn't resist. Please continue... Edited by: Xradion at: 5/12/02 2:37:11 am
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