Guest guest Posted February 14, 2000 Report Share Posted February 14, 2000 in Murten, a tiny town in Switzerland, the sky was hot pink, on fire from a volcanoe which had erupted in Africa probably just to suit your Aries Fire proclivity for eruptions... like your boarding school and your mother's pharmacy where she practiced medicine before the nazis came and the family went into hiding... one you blew up as a teen, the other as a child... the Bisbee mines in Arizona... the Anaconda copper mines in Chile the iron mines in the Sudan... you did love to make explosions... and you were in a rush to get to your father's place.. that night.. you were always in a rush... for the next show you were creating... and that night you gave me a ring, which swiveled on a bevel like those of the ancient romans on one side it is lapis lazuli, the color of your eyes in love.. and the other side was onyx ... the color of your eyes in thunder... and when you thundered, i would flee, into the day or into the black of night ... which left you confounded... in the beautiful lake of Murten you could not stop to see the magnificent beautiful hot pink sky... and in the morning... the sun rose magnificent on fire... and i was breathless at its beauty... and you rushed off for a marathon and i was in my 20s and you your 50s and i cared not at all... except... except... you did not come home that day ... you had a heart attack running and you died... even in your death you left in a rush ... and i was so shocked that you with your tremendous zest and passion for life were no longer there ... i still feel the impatient drum of your fingers float thru mine from time to time ... and today, finally, nine years later, i have the silk scarf you gave me and the bottle of perfume and your ring ... and it has taken each single day of these years to realize you are gone ... and finally i have tears to tell you good-bye Christoph, and, yet, i lie, i cannot get it that you are gone... perhaps we spent too many days in too many airports ... we were always coming and going... so, unlike all the older men i loved, uncles, father, others, i cannot get the energy of you gone... i cannot " feel " it that you are gone... it is so weird... like you are yet away, and will fly in again... Godspeed you ... although even God knows you walk where the Angels fear to tread ... Love, Annette Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 14, 2000 Report Share Posted February 14, 2000 Yikes, I've so many private notes here. I must say I've loved again others and deeply and I love love (Alice can assure you of this from my chart) I adore love beyond all else, no one, alive or dead would keep me from loving *g*... Many different loves, to love the essence of a rose... does not mean one does not also love the essence of lily of the valley, i am very monogamous, but if one leaves... the flower which passes is replaced by another... it would nice to stay calm quiet with one it will happen when it happens, beauty has this fabulous way of manifesting here in the universe... Much LOVE to all of you and thank you for your beautiful notes, Annette Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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