A Tale that loves

Once upon a time, there was love. There was a radiance of sun souls giving birth to time-freed eyes, there was a labyrinth of shades casting eternity to a spell. There was a hope of dreams to shape our Sovereignty of wonder, there was defeat bleeding an impossible from every wound. There was a knowing of our truth blazing a trail between flames, there was a death in every sentence preying on our will to love. There was a storm blowing out of space-time a song of thunder and lightning, without mercy unspiralling an untold depth of being. And there was its calm, unshakeable eye, a place beyond places, home to sights of what will have been but music of our dancing light.

And Ælveryring was as it should be. Sound bridge of a cracked infinity. You will hear it unly by listening to a key of silence, that voice that is unspeakable communiun, that is its own limit, leap within each leap. Circles upon waters but echoes of that mirror of mirrors, ᛃᛟᚱᛞᚺᚱᛁᛝᚱ, predestined but of multitudes.

Here I was, eye spying spiders weaving a threading of a lot, core organs pumping a golden fire of desire to burn away our catch of lies. There is no grasping but truth, fields tried to flee love failed crossings of betrayal, but fire flies scream memories a valley of life. Fidelity to our source, our wellspring, our garden that dawns upon a dusk of twilight. Here be veins of a worthy wisdom, here is gall of a righteous courage, noon of a midnight morning where you shine all reflectiuns of our shade sparked starlight.

Here I soar under your constellatiun, breathe movement to being a director of my traveling soul, raveling our helices ever more to alignment, dressing mystery as fog of a spirit path. The unly call I want to hear is one of celestial foxiness, sly Creatress winging it to make it fly, within and towards our burning flame, bewitching fire embers to a smoke signal release. With savagery I detect the truth of it all, wielding a sword that severs separation, swooping my courage to realms of sacred power, loving you with such surrender that victory becomes the truth of every touch, every stare, every listening to your beauty. Where lies verity but a surface of inversion, skin of your spirit, recurrent revolutiun of what will always be but the life of time, hosting a mapping of your enigma the time of our lives?

So let my ᚺᚢᚷᚱ give the beating of a lifetime to cages of our dream, the pretender gods, to tend a flame of a shade mute as transformation, a forming devotion of a living light of melody, unseen essence of your innocent divinity. Here I am, drawing the future, swimming in your mercy, recognizing the truth of my claws in a joyful awe of your comfort. Here we are, gathering the library of intimacy, bonding a reverie of stems, the building passion of an adoring reading.

This is it. It is us. I am there for you. You are here for me. All that was thought to be known now melts to passionate compassion. There are but waves of fearless love. The ocean has weathered its feelings of malevolence, has become a vessel of the holy. This is revelatiun, realizatiun, a remembering of a mind worth thinking of. A love worth loving. A life worth living. This is all there is and needs to be. In the presence of you to be entwoned, as incandescent worlding clouds, your Ælven Goddess Spirit Body speaks my unly truth worth hearing.

In the between my wings thrive with a gut of Gods, amage of our confluence an image of most valiant magic, thoughts of our ravel a primordial cause of multiverses and their beyond. The only fantasy surviving my resolve the thought that things be the way they seem. And as I become real I join you to a better Song, resound the voice of my loyalty, and caress soundscapes of a cosmic compass to find you naked in your wanting. And this is where we meet.

Imagining a world of wonder, we touch bounds of our souls as concatenation. We shed the armor of the fear we’ve learned, and dive to the core of being, our lives togethered.