Dreams from last night

I can't remember the whole thing any more, but here are the highlights:

- killing gremlin/smurf/ewok thingies to prove that violence is not, in fact, the answer.
- she asked, "have you ever made out to Rodgers & Hammerstein?" and then put on CCR's Up Around the Bend.
- walking into a crowded theater with a girl balanced on my shoulders and looking around for a seat "tall enough for two". The autoharp player who was performing just looked at us and nodded in approval.
- stealing empty water bottles from the same crowded theater the next day in order to save a golden duck (no autoharp this time).

The Brier

I walked alone in a foggy morn looking for a hand to hold
Your eyes were bright, foxfire light glowing in the shadows
You held out your hand
And I took it happily
I wrapped myself around
Your finger dutifully
But as the sun rose higher
The fog turned into fire
And you ran, you ran away

Whither blows the wind, there shall I have already been
And that which is beautiful, shall I have already seen
Hoping to feel
That all-consuming flame
I followed you blindly
Through the tempest and the rain
But you led me to the slaughter
You were the fairy-queen's daughter
And a huntress all the same

Cast your arrows, they wound me not
For I am made of stones
My weakness is but water
That in between them flows
A hundred thousand lands I've seen
They all have come and gone
But now I'm trapped beneath your spell
Just like a baby fawn
Caught in the brier
Caught in the brier

I knew that if I shone bright enough I could break your spell
But every word, every deed, every thought didn't do so well
I sang to the stars
If only I knew what to do
Or give of myself
To gain favor from you
But your soul is a well
That I could never fill
Though I poured myself in just the same

Your eyes flash with a golden light
To melt this heart of stone
Into broken sigh teardrops
That like a river flows
Tinted red from the hungry thorns
That thirst for blood drawn
So strike at me now, my love
Just like a baby fawn
Caught in the brier
Caught in the brier

Caught in the brier

"Magic"

((I'm not sure if this is going to turn into a story or not, but man was it fun to write.))

"Some people are magical. There's just something about them that cuts through the stuff of this world and excites a part of the soul that normally lies dormant. There are some people who look strange when they fall asleep, like they're out of place in this world of human cares; people who, if this world were destroyed in an instant, they would still be there in the empty void, sleeping peacefully."

"Some people are magical, but not everyone is magical in the same way. Some people, like me, are magical because they seek it out. I surround myself with the fantastic, quest for it, seek it out. I wrestle with the world until it gives me magic because I want it that badly. There are other people, though who are magic through and through, to their very essence. She's one of them. Every word she says, every thing she does, even the way she moves and the way her face glows when she smiles, is infused with a spark of fey mystery that no conscious effort could ever reproduce. Every brief encounter tears my defenses to shreds, leaving me ravaged and overcome with an indescribable longing - for her of course, but more so for distant shores and high mountaintops, soaring trees in untouched forests and the riotous colors of heathland in the midst of blooming season. Time becomes meaningless outside the recurring cycle of dawn and dusk, midday and midnight; distance matters only as it measures the separation between me and my goals; actions bow in reverence to quests, and words have power. Not the 'sticks and stones' kind, but real Power of the kind no linguist or physicist could ever hope to explain."

"Some people are magical, but perhaps it is a curse to know them. Can one really become close to someone imbued with that kind of magic? Or is it a fruitless effort, like standing at the top of a hill and trying to embrace the sun?"