Arcane Legends Painted on a Wall

They left instructions.
Painted a map.
Only the worthy were to understand.
That is where You and I come in.

They live among us in disguse, like other creatures
of Divine nature. Hidden in plain sight from the
prying eyes of the world. Perhaps You and I had
something in common with them and that is why
we understand. Perhaps it is because You too are
one of the Divine. They left clues all over the island,
painting, writing, things that appeared in the
morning light that weren’t there the night before.

As the tides are pulled by the moon, drawn into
the ocean by cosmic force, You and I are magnetically
drawn to the island. To the mountains that drop into
the sea, to the gardens where koi swim as if they
were in a land far away, to the shore where the
fishermen cast their lines and colourful boats
dot the shore as they have for centuries.

We wander, You and I, hand in hand down the street
reading the strange markings, trying to decipher
the strange marking, wondering what the meant,
who could have left them, why local legend said
they only appear at night. Then suddenly, You
found an image on a wall.

The people on the street oblivious to Your discovery
passing us by as we stood. While to You and I it
became clear. The image was of houses, with strange
windows, each house bearing a strange flat roof,
the shading underneath seeming to represent the
sea, the darkness surrounding the houses with
no moon or stars in the sky seemed to represent
the interior of a cave.

It could only mean one thing. Merpeople.

Those mythic creatures sought after for centuries,
sirens that called sailors to their deaths in murky
depths, mermaids and mermen that gracefully
swam alongside boats guiding them to safetly.
Creatures that could not walk upon the land but
could breathe the oxygen in the water underneath
the sea.

Half-fish, half-human, and here, upon the land
a map had been left. Perhaps for only the very brave
and the very astute to find. To share the knowledge
of their existance, that perhaps, just perhaps
legends were correct and there were rare cases of
those who could walk upon the land bringing
serene calm to those they encountered.

We wandered that day, through the old town, up
and down the streets. Seeking more, seeking knowledge,
seeking the unknown, the forbidden. Until we found
a door. A mermaid gracefully swinging as a playful
dolphin beckoned the chosen to open the door and
step inside.

I looked up at You with curious eyes. You nodded to
me.

I knocked.

We waited.

I knocked again, a little firmer this time.

And a voice, deep as the ocean bid us to enter…

(to be continued…)

  • Valentyna Holloway ©

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Impatience of the Heart

Impatience of the Heart

Standing.
Here, in the crowd, in the middle of everyone.
Watching, some walking with others, maybe a
lover, maybe a friend, some holding hands, people
freely expressing the kindest love, some holding
coffee, rushing, or slowly sauntering, some with their
hands in their pockets, unconcerned about the day,
about the busy, about the crowd. I clench my hands
tightly, digging my nails into my palm as if that in
itself will release the darkness built up inside me,
release to the light. I dig my nails in until it is hurting,
leaving an impression in my palm, distracting me
from the commotion. I look around my eyes feeling numb.
Watching the particles suspend in the air, the shades
of colour from the shades of grey. The outline of the trees,
their branches bare, showing off to the sky, to the grass,
to the creatures. I walk towards the bridge lost in
thoughts and I wait. Counting the number of thoughts
that run through my mind. I close my eyes, surrendered
to wishes, consumed by the darkness that numbs
my sense. And then, just before the darkness overtakes me
entirely, I feel You. Walking behind me, and the clouds part
in Your wake. And somehow, in one touch, the darkness
lifts and You shine Your brightness into the darkest
corners of my soul. Making me wonder if perhaps
my darkness was only impatience of the heart.

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Confessions in a Frisson

Loving You
is the most terrifying thing
I have ever done.
It’s not because I worry that You
will break my heart,
(I trust You too much for that)
or that I worry outside influences
will twist this fragile love
into something else and spiral
us into indifference,
(I freely give You my heart forever)
or that I worry that my insecurities
will overwhelm us both and we will
drift into silence.
(I am strong because of You)
What I am trying to say is this is
frightening because I grow with You,
not towards You or away from You
but with You. Like two sunflowers
who’s stems have twisted together and
turn to face the sun sharing the same light,
the same air, the same moon at night.
My love for You feels like I am walking
outside for the first time, exploring the world
with open eyes and an open heart instead of
shutting myself in darkness behind walls.
You turned the sky on for me, lighting up the
constellations, the vastness of the universe
shining down on us in millions of twinkling
stars and cosmic trails of stardust that
illuminate under our skin.
You make the ordinary extraordinary for me,
bring to life the beauty of the world around us,
I am wide-eyed and trembling at the wonder
in a flower and the changing leaves on trees.
Music, literature, poetry all come alive for me
because You stoked that flame inside me and
suddenly everything had a different meaning,
they weren’t just words, letters strung together,
I could feel Your pulse through mine bringing
the words of love alive.
For no other will I ever long to kneel in Worship,
to share the most intimate frisson that courses
through my veins and my need to convey those
same feelings to You. You awakened that desire
in me, without You it wouldn’t exist. My lips
long for Your kiss, my body aches for your touch.
You are the part of my heart that didn’t
know how to beat.
Take my hand. Share this love with me,
Let’s fall off the edge of the universe
together.

– Valentyna Holloway ©

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Sunshine

I have stopped being sorry for my fragile,
for my soft, for my gentle. No longer will
I apologise for telling You I miss You, or
because I need to tell You. I will no longer
close myself off or bottle things up, I will
tell You upfront what is bothering me
because I can’t expect You to read my
mind or my innuendos or always know
instinctually what is wrong. I don’t want
You to think I am cold or indifferent or
noncommunicative. I want to be completely
honest, I want to be able to tell You at 3AM
that I love You, that I am overwhelmed with
feelings for You, that I am drowning in a sea
of passion at the thought of Your touch. I would
rather You know it than have it bottled up
inside and trying to fumble with the words to
tell You hours later. And if I am overwhelmed by
those same feelings at 5AM, I am going to tell You
that too. I don’t want to be patient about those things.
I don’t want to be patient to tell You how happy You
make me, how overwhelmed with desire I become,
how I think about You and my whole body reacts.
And I think You want to know that too. So that is
how it is going to be from now on. If I wake up in
the middle of the night aching for Your touch
with fumbling fingers and waves hitting the shore
so hard cliffs fall into the sea You are going to know
about it. And at the crack of dawn too. No more
pretending from me. Not anymore. Not ever.
I’m standing in the kitchen overwhelmed with
feelings for You making coffee in the morning
with shallow rapid breaths and thoughts of
You spilling through my mind like sunshine
through the window. You’re going to hear about it.
And right now, here, with a china dish of
raspberries in front of me, here, I want to kiss You.
Right now, right here. I want You so badly I can
feel thunderclouds, lightning hitting and rain
pouring down it is crashing against the hard
ground in massive contracting waves. But the
sunshine is pouring through the window and
playing on my skin and all I can think after the
rapid crashes is take my hands, stroke my
fingers, pull me into You. Kiss my mouth.
I am all Yours.

~ © Valentyna Holloway

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Restored

Do You think that lost things have a way of
finding You again? Of coming back to You?
Do they? Or maybe they don’t. Maybe that
is how the love survives through lifetimes,
through millennia, through the ages,
through our arcane history. Maybe love
has a way of surviving through the ages,
held deep inside of us, lifetime after lifetime,
through Heaven and back to Earth, fallen
Seraphim and Sylph-like creature in need
of Holy redemption. Maybe that is how we
survived, that the love inside of us survived.
That we wouldn’t have to lament each other
leaving, that we would be embedded so deep
inside of each other that we would instinctually
remember each other lifetime after lifetime even
if we are tested by the Divine, by the Holy, by God.
That we are molecularly so deep inside of each
other that we pulse through each other’s veins,
through each other’s hearts, through each other’s
souls. Loving each other, unable to lament because
our love is so intertwined that we would
recognise each other through centuries, millennia,
through all the ages. That it wouldn’t matter how
long it was, that we would find each other and
be reunited and God would smile at us as we say
‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I missed You so much,
I missed You, I missed us, I found a way back to us, back
to love, back to the lost.’ and the Heavens will
smile and say ‘It’s Divine, it’s redemption, it’s
absolution, it’s eternal.’ and as our lost is
reunited we will understand that everything
else was never be because it wasn’t ours to
begin with. And we will embrace our lost and
feel found. And simultaneously we will whisper
‘I won’t let go. I won’t let go. I won’t let go.’

~ © Valentyna Holloway

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Pondering on Art

I have read that everyone should be treated
as a piece of art ~ and I know I have written
before that I think You are a masterpiece.
But a the same time art is untouchable ~
it is put on display somewhere with people
shuffling by then carrying on with their lives.
Maybe there are a few who give a second
glance, or find enlightenment, but the
majority just walk away as if what wonders
they saw never existed. So please, all I ask
of You is to not treat me as a work of art
or a masterpiece ~ I want You to touch me.
I want to affect You in a manner so profound
You will feel a frisson soul deep at the memory
of each moment with me. I want to embed
myself in Your heart the way You have in mine.
After all, we were Divinely created from
the same star.

~  © Valentyna Holloway

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Spark

The first time I felt
that spark
that click
that fluter in my breath
I realised there was no other way
to express myself but to pull
the words from my heart
because You had torn every
last thorn out of my heart.
You tore down the walls I
had built so high, fought
the dragons that had
guarded the moat, took the fire
from their breath and lit my
matchstick heart on fire.
And I thought I would have to
invent a whole new alphabet to
convey the thoughts that so desperately
craved to be brought into form but the
knowledge of dead languages resurfaced
and I began to scribe in tongues that only
You could comprehend. It was a
grand naivety when I had writtten before ~
a banquet for those who could not taste it.
Yet You softly caressed my soul and coaxed
my words and now I am pouring communion
wine for You to savour.

~ © Valentyna Holloway

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