When the sun sits low in the firmament as a great glowing amber, enveloping the world in a soft and gentle warmth in its final hour of supreme reign. To feel its shine kiss my face as I look upon a golden, warm earth is wondrous. The shadows are long and deep, and the colour rich and intoxicating: it is like that of a great rose, magnificent in its final, lingering moments of bloom.
Or to gather in the night and share a drink as we talk. And then we feel the alcohol warm our throats and hearts, weaving a gentle, placid feeling as we speak of the sun, the moon, the gods and deaths of this world. A topic without boundaries and pace - light and free, mysterious and dark. A laugh or cry, but always a time to speak with friends. To sit and watch the lights of boats on distant waters, or to quietly muse while watching the stars and moon - there is no better.
Or to lose myself in the narcotic bliss of artistic endeavors. Silently crying with rapture as I see that I am to pass into a realm that transcends this world of conscious thought. Swimming in the subconscious and ethereal, there I find gods and demons, joys and hatreds - everything. In but one droplet of time's pool, I swim. Oh, the sweet scent of it!
Or perhaps it is the swaying, pulling echoes of music that I enjoy most? It moves my soul to sing, or sets upon me a most sorrowful, sombre tone. But oh! to know that something invisible can conjure images equal to the mastery of the world's most respected artists. Or to have its audience moved in such fashion that words utterly fail to encompass. A glow it may create, and a brooding smoldering flame it may leave, only to return with a greater blaze than ever before.
However, there is a select source of happiness I find supreme:
Her smile.
When I see that not only does her complexion shift to reflect her happiness, but that her eyes glow with a warmth that kindles my soul... That is when the world slows, slows, and slows until it is made to become one moment in time - both eternity and its end. Her eyes simply shine a light, shimmering as they warmly peer into my own happy, dancing eyes. And how my soul sings! A silence hangs over these moments, but it seems that in these glimpses of eternity, more things are said than what words there may have been, and what may yet come. A perfect silence, broken only by the soft breath of our flying bodies.
It is then that I know love. It is then that I know happiness.
Originally Posted by Nominus Experse
When the sun sits low in the firmament as a great glowing amber, enveloping the world in a soft and gentle warmth in its final hour of supreme reign. To feel its shine kiss my face as I look upon a golden, warm earth is wondrous. The shadows are long and deep, and the colour rich and intoxicating: it is like that of a great rose, magnificent in its final, lingering moments of bloom.
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