They say that magic becomes real at the crossroads
The places not quite here
Yet not quite there
The balance points between “was” and “will be”
When the doors between worlds open
And possibilities are unleashed
The twilight is like a crossroads
The borderland between
The light of day and dark of night
You may slumber through the night
And drift through the day
But then the sun truly descends, and the shadows lengthen
The day’s cares are abandoned
As if they had never been
As the magic grows
You race for your home
But oh, only for a span of time
The power swirls about you
As you shed the weeds of workaday
It caresses and teases, the sweetest of lovers
As you gown yourself in glory
It sings sweetly to all your senses
While you touch paint to your lips
Shadow to your eyes
Roses and musk to your throat
And then the door is flung wide
The spell is set
And it shapes your night like a sculptor’s hand to the marble
You give yourself over to gaiety
Drown yourself in music
Reel in the dance’s intoxication
You flirt and flaunt, tease and tempt
Till you capture the one
Who has in turn captured you
And when that moment strikes
Upon the chimes of the night
All the poets I’ve ever read
say lovers, old or new, must meet
in fields of green grass or new-mown hay
places blowing with wildflowers
and warm with sunshine
But you don’t find places like that everywhere and when
You can’t meet your lover in a field of poppies and daisies
when you’re in Michigan in the winter
Two may plight their troth ‘neath an arch of roses
but never in December northlands
Hello, how are you? Have you been alright?
Through all those lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely nights
That’s what I’d say, I’d tell you everything
If you’d pick up that telephone
Hey, how you feelin’? Are you still the same?
Don’t you realize the things we did, we did
Were all for real, not a dream? And I just can’t believe
They’ve all faded out of view
Doowop dooby doo doowop, doowah doolang
Blue days, black nights, doowah doolang
I look into the sky
The love you need ain’t gonna see you through
And I wonder why
The little things you planned ain’t coming true
Oh oh, telephone line, give me some time
I’m living in twilight
Oh oh, telephone line, give me some time
I’m living in twilight
Okay, so no one’s answering
Well, can’t you just let it ring a little longer, longer, longer, longer, oh
I’ll just sit tight through shadows of the night
But let it ring for evermore….
I could give in to a nap in the sun
after a long afternoon of summer fun
but that’s all the sun ‘ll let me do
sleep soundly for a day or two
I couldn’t reach it,
as hard as I’ll ever try,
so I’ll sleep underneath it and try not to cry
I’ll let its warmth graze my lips and color my cheeks
drunken and somehow it feels like magic
let the light come down and erase everything
and maybe its right that i shouldn’t complain
even if I’ll miss those kisses in the rain
but the clouds have been broken
and the sun smiles through
content enough,
to stop dreaming of you.
Hair Fair is among us again, and the crowds should have eased a little by now. I, however, was one of the foolish, uh, brave ones who plunged into the thick of things on the first night and worked my way, walk or cam, through all four sims. I came up with several items, among which is what I have on my head now, from sYs.
…When at dawn she sighs, and like an infant to the window
Turns grave eyes craving light, released from dreams,
Beautiful she looks, like a white water-lily
Bursting out of bud in havens of the streams.
When from bed she rises clothed from neck to ankle
In her long nightgown sweet as boughs of May,
Beautiful she looks, like a tall garden lily
Pure from the night, and splendid for the day….
If I’m going to be wearing fresh hair, I might as well be wearing fresh clothes, and so I dropped into Junbug. Their region has a large pond in the middle with a board walkway circling it. There is a great supply of water lilies and waterweed there, which gave me the idea to look up a poem involving lilies.
…When her mother tends her before the laughing mirror,
Tying up her laces, looping up her hair,
Often she thinks, were this wild thing wedded,
More love should I have, and much less care.
When her mother tends her before the lighted mirror,
Loosening her laces, combing down her curls,
Often she thinks, were this wild thing wedded,
I should miss but one for many boys and girls….
A concern: I wish I could remove the pin in the wig which you see here, at least at times. A minor objection, but I hope Systi will consider making this “disappearable” in future.
…Cool was the woodside; cool as her white dairy
Keeping sweet the cream-pan; and there the boys from school,
Cricketing below, rushed brown and red with sunshine;
O the dark translucence of the deep-eyed cool!
Spying from the farm, herself she fetched a pitcher
Full of milk, and tilted for each in turn the beak.
Then a little fellow, mouth up and on tiptoe,
Said, “I will kiss you”: she laughed and leaned her cheek….
Excerpts from “Love in the Valley,” by George Meredith (taken out of order)
If anyone can Make an Entrance, it’s Ariel Sherman, who (at the time of these photos) lives in the 48th Century. Cyborg, onetime unwilling “courtesan” in a pleasure house on the planet Videra, now the owner and star artiste of her own revue, the largest and finest show in the sector! She’s earned her reputation over decades of acting, singing and dancing, and she has decades more in her future.
My mama always told me There were two ways to come into a party Polite and Genteel Or Make an Entrance
Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs With the boom box blaring as we’re falling in love Got a bottle of whatever, but it’s getting us drunk Singing here’s to never growing up
— Avril Lavigne
For Berry Singh’s new Monday Meme — the Yearbook Photo Challenge. No, this is not how I looked back in the day; my parents would have utterly destroyed me, no matter how much they loved me. (Anyway, I graduated in 1976, and we were very red, white and blue that year.) But I haven’t seen the punk rebel in the challenge yet, so I figured someone needed to do it!
Second Life® with Harper, Conan, Jem, Diana and Morgan
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