*And they lived happily ever after, to the end of their days.

The End.*

Home ?****

The Last Goodbye by Ivan Cavini

‘Farewell,’ they cried, ‘Wherever you fare till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!’ That is the polite thing to say among eagles. ‘May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks,’ answered Gandalf, who knew the correct reply.

**Fear, I shall not succumb,
For it is the assassin of the mind, leaving naught but numb.
It is the harbinger of annihilation, a dire fate,
But I shall confront my fear, refusing to abdicate.

I shall allow it to traverse through me, no resistance in its way,
For when it departs, I shall seek insight, my inner eye shall survey.
Its path revealed, I shall witness its transient reign,
And in its wake, a void shall remain.

Gone shall be fear's grip, leaving emptiness behind,
Only I, resolute and steadfast, shall find.
No longer tethered to dread's wretched domain,
I shall remain, the essence that shall forever sustain.**

*With each bite, my teeth seek the taste of the forbidden,
Yearning to return to that primal Garden, unhidden.
Darling, I am eternally condemned, my fate sealed,
Why not embrace it and make my Mother proud, revealed?

Call me Eve, call me Sophia, call me Mary, any name will do,
But never chained to Saint Peter's rock, an existence subdued.
I am Prometheus, my vulnerable core laid bare,
Consume me, let our desires intertwine in this dark affair.

If you place your lips upon my wrist, listen closely, dear,
You'll hear the haunting melody, a flute carved from your rib, sincere.
In your eyes, I glimpse a flicker of divine light,
So why should being cast out fill my heart with blight?

From the ashes of each word, I emerge anew,
Rebirthed, as God's sword set flame to the old, constraining view.
No longer will I kneel, weary and confined,
For I have an orchard to tend, a purpose to find.*

"You possess such fragility, kindness, and exquisite tenderness," the wolf murmurs softly, his words barely audible. If only his mouth were not so occupied, he would express it fully. However, relinquishing his grip on your throat would require that, and my dear, you are truly delightful."

*Do we, my dear tooth, share a love profound?
The way you offer yourself, clawed and unbound.
Forgive me, but I can't help but ponder,
Does my touch along your flank make your heart wander?
Your breath ever at the base of my neck's embrace,
Does it quicken your pulse, set your rhythm in chase?

You read my steps, sensing the turns I will take,
A dance partner, dear wolf, oh, what a bond we would make.
All my thoughts revolve around you, my companion true,
Leaving remnants of myself, bits lost in briars and twigs, too.
Despite my best efforts, they remain as signs,
Markers of affection, evidence of intertwining vines.

Do we love? Do we hunger? I question, uncertain.
You'll never catch me, nor the answer behind the curtain.
But remember, my love, the saying holds true,
Absence can speak volumes, revealing what's overdue.*

*Sorcerer
Who is the master
A man and woman on a star stream
In the middle of a snow dream
Sorcerer
Show me the high life
Come over
Let me put you on ice

I'm tired
I need you badly
I'm wild-eyed
In my misery*????? ?????

In the realm of forgotten memories, I listen to your whispered words. Though you remain hidden, your essence permeates the depths. My Angel of the West, cloaked in shades of grey, you preserve the truths untold. Though others may overlook your presence, you bear the weight of remembrance.

As you slumber beneath the lichen and soil, your thoughts wander and stir in the darkness. Each night, you embrace the secrets tightly, curling around them like a protective shield.

In the tapestry of time, countless souls pass by unnoticed, like fleeting whispers carried away by the wind. Yet, within your secluded realm, you endure, a steadfast witness to the narratives woven into the fabric of existence. Though forgotten by others, you bear witness to the forgotten, carrying the stories of us in your silent embrace.

While the world turns and memories fade, you remain a constant, a sentinel of the forgotten. And even if the world did not remember you, your role as the keeper of hidden truths persists.