A Door in the Pavement...

 

I came across a remarkable fellow...

walking down an old street the other day,

He had the word SEA...

tattooed upon his forehead,

and his coat was the colour of a wave...

He had gigantic hands,

a metre wide at least...

and eyes the colour of gold,

half of his teeth had fallen away...

and his breath stank of seaweed and fish,

I stopped what I was doing...

and turned to glance at him,

he grinned at me...

and began to do the hop-scotch,

in the dust by the road...

I asked him what he was doing,

playing games there...

and he replied,

'Creating universes my dear...

opening doors',

I watched him for a while...

then he invited me to join in,

we played hopscotch until...

the moon was dropping from the Heavens,

 

 

and then the man reached down...

towards the pavement we were on,

seized a corner of it...

and with the barest of sighs,

he peeled it away...

and revealed to me a door,

the colour of the sky...

He led the way forward,

through its' opening of light...

and together we stepped out into stars and pure night,

he took me light-years away from the rock and the sand...

from the terrifying race into time,

we stepped out...

and we flew,

we soared through an ocean,

 hidden by a cloud of stars...

and a leviathan winked at us,

 somewhere between Mercury and Mars...

we floated beneath the shadows,

of stars that had lived since the world began...

and we conversed with the lively ones,

talked them into a frenzy...

then settled down for some meditation,

upon the highest edge of the moon...

 

We saw the stars move and dance in peculiar ways,

and we heard a sonic music...

accompanying them as on earth it became day,

the man then reached out to me...

and I took his hand in mine,

and together we soared back....

to that homely planet of ours,

we stepped back through the door...

out into the white morning light,

and without a sound...

he pushed back the seam,

and closed the door tight...

he smiled once to me,

turning as he did...

and whispered these words,

'The universe is a journey we may someday all take...

yet don't neglect the universes in your life,

before you take the leap.'

The man nodded and turning...

he began to walk away,

only not just walking he waltzed he waltzed!

As fine as gold beneath the sun...

who he waltzed with I did not venture to ask,

However as he drew into the distance...

he suddenly stopped,

and a shimmering in the air appeared...

a wall of water rose before him,

and with the softest of laughs he stepped on through...

to forever,

to the SEA.

 

 

  Hoohooo....hello darlings,

 

     I have become an owl and so shall talk to you as one. HooHooooooo. Hoooo (If you don't understand me you're completely ridiculous....everyone can speak owl so why can't you? Hmmmmm?)

     Hehe...don't mind me. Hope you are all doing fine, and I'm sorry I haven't been Blogging much lately...been thinking, and writing my book. The number of dragons on my desk is growing...and it looks to me like another change is due....the alien space craft must take off again...and take me...

 

   SOMEWHERE ELSE....

 

 

 

I'll let you know where it drops me,

 

   Much Love,

Miss CLScarlett xx

 

 

 

The Era of the White Chalk...

 

There are white chalk lines drawn in the streets...

and a few nights ago I started to follow them,

They crept for yards...

through a maze of little lanes,

and night after night since...

in it I hear it call,

One hundred years I have spent in moments of dark flight...

through a night of a thousand colours and murks and ghost lights,

the cold is a blank face...

and curling sharp fingers about my wrists,

I am led on across bridges that crack...

that break and wear away with the salt-laden wind,

I whistle past car parks littered by debris...

cars settled into the quiet hours with dust on their windows,

If you hadn't heard...

my friend,

the world has already broken apart...

and what we see left in the dark hours,

is the remnants of an apocalypse...

As I ride,

I have become what I always dreamt of in the between....

to ride and chase the night beyond hours of sleep and forgetfulness,

and now the late time has taken me in...

I fly beneath a forest of light globes,

they flicker on...

they flicker off,

sometimes I wonder if it's my ride that makes them do that....

or me,

the night has begun to speak to me...

I hear it in the wind and the golden shine of wet asphalt,

it asks me questions...

slows down my heart and head,

to hear the between thoughts...

they are the ones that make you blink and see a door where none was,

or where you know what you know...

 

Sometimes there are things you know or experience as a child,

and we forget them so eagerly...

we banish our incredible knowledge,

because we did you see...

we did have ancient knowledge,

of a kind...

all of us,

but somewhere along the line...

we push it far from us,

to take instead our mantel of being taken seriously...

we let the world rot us,

and perhaps...

if we never did,

if we forgot our pride and took back what we knew then...

or never un-learnt to start with,

we would live forever...

with the hearts of children,

what a dream to dream...

and the biggest lie of all?

That impossibility exists...

The only impossibility is what your mind proclaims is impossible,

and what does it know?

It is merely a word...

an excuse for something that seems too enormous,

not a fact of solid evidence...

not concrete,

and we...

are called to be impossible,

If the world says don't do something...

do it,

is what they say...

I know where I am going and what I have to do,

I know my purpose in life...

Some do not know,

that you can have as many purposes as stars...

but fate chooses the order and alignment of those constellations,

we can only watch and spin...

 

and wait.

 

I used to dream...

we used to dream,

and there was something that birthed in those dreams...

a worldwide catastrophe unseen,

Dream Sickness...

have you heard of it?

It affects both in real life and the dream world...

a blueness of depth,

equal to the deepest sea...

a colouring of midnight blue,

that weighs you down...

weep,

for it is a sickness without form...

numbing mind and spirit,

until you are in a distant space...

orbiting far from home,

sick with the weight...

and unable to hear,

like reaching across seven million abysses...

to try and touch your skin and heart,

yet it is lost in fog...

we are lost in the mist that binds,

have you seen it...

have you felt it?

Ware' the blue shades that crawl into your dreams...

to make you ill,

for all I see now in my dreams is BLUE...

In all my dreams I look into a mirror,

 

Why'd you put it on?

 I don't know.

 Maybe he wanted you to.

 Why would he want me to put his hat on? 

 Maybe he wants you to...

 Maybe he wants me to what?

 To get confused.

 

Time to start getting confused...

 

It's the only way to live.

 

The only way to live alive...

 

 

and we dive into the depths,

and look at the surface but do not touch it...

look at the surface,

but do not ever touch it.

 

 

Sail with me down to the depths...

and there we can dwell,

amongst the coral and shells...

for a time and a bit.

 

 

 

 

 

Hey hey beautiful ones,

 

   Hope you're all doing well. It seems I learnt a bit about time on my last night in Airlie Beach. I had no way to make sure I woke up on time, so I decided to wait the night out. I may have told you this before, though I'm not sure...mainly the thing I was getting at was that waiting almost ten hours...it was like a holiday in itself.

    There is never enough time. Time is a raging monster that devours and tears apart things, and we are all caught up in it, tearing our own lives apart to try and wish it back, get more, and so on. For that night, time slowed for me...and embraced me with open arms.

   For the first time in my life...time and fate and I hung out for a bit...passing each second and hour until first light. I saw the different colours of each hour of the night, and the changing of all.

   I definitely recommend it at least once in your life, to wait out the night without aid...any aid. I had none but water and light to keep me awake...and the telly and books. Life becomes a more bittersweet things when you're in that space, when you have too much time rather than not enough time.

 

   Talk later Darlings,

     Miss CLScarlett xx