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Moonspinner Seer


"Moonspinner Seer" 

Moments we dance
you and I 
alone 

sensing 
all the words 
gone

soul naked
we spin 
sad worlds away 

bad spells 
in a small ocean 
buried, never forgotten

casting pearls 
luminescent 
into the trapping net

ghosts in the 
gloaming glistening
unravelling

unseen,
they are now
listening

reeling
them 
in

delicately 
undressed by 
moonspinner mind

inside
haunting 
all 

the reasons 
curl around 
an unclaimed

why

that never logically rhymes
with the metronome 
beating heart on fire

caught up in tears
messages clear 
as diamonds 

dripping beneath 
the skin 
keys adorning 

eternal 
violins rising
signing 

rosy smiles 
over naked bodies 
of work

some kind of ark
built secure, 
unblessed

marked, 
sealed,
water tight

yet still 
punishment watching
finds a way, breaks free

diving sensually 
back into the 
never-ending 

answers found 
in close and lost
embrace

spiralling notes
bathing, graze 
slender necks 

waltzing 
against 
Wintersong’s lips

secrets 
whispered 

sensual tears
pool along 
a tattooed tongue

the salt stings
what's cut 
in the forgotten

bittersweet 

what exists 
underneath
the skin emerges

finally sings meaning 
truth, 
the beauty of it,

plain 
and simple,
in unheard codes

the romance of it all
tasted like honey
for a while 

tearing up 
the torn 
wanton soul

signalling in 
the other 
like a mirror reflects 

a different, clearer 
kind of understanding,
turns and genuflects 

the mystery
hides 
its answers

what matters 
is discovered 
eventually

pressed 
between pages
like wild summer flowers

love sits 
together 
with the keys 

notes
read red
revealed

a beautiful
unseen
decadence

future soon 
sears 
past tense 

eventually

love 
sits with all 
the keys

singing in tune 
the mystery 

Moonspinner
Seer


(LadyLabyrinth/ 2022)



“Je te laisserai des mots” / Patrick Watson 1h with rain
https://youtu.be/eIsG4u22D7s

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 8/15/2022 12:52:00 AM

Patrick Watson/Playlist

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 8/15/2022 12:53:00 AM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fp0TAKS99KU

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 8/14/2022 1:32:00 AM

“Sometimes, when you're deep in the countryside, you meet three girls, walking along the hill tracks in the dusk, spinning. They each have a spindle, and on to these they are spinning their wool, milk-white, like the moonlight. In fact, it is the moonlight, the moon itself, which is why they don't carry a distaff.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 8/14/2022 1:33:00 AM

They're not Fates, or anything terrible; they don't affect the lives of men; all they have to do is to see that the world gets its hours of darkness, and they do this by spinning the moon down out of the sky. Night after night, you can see the moon getting less and less, the ball of light waning, while it grows on the spindles of the maidens. Then, at length, the moon is gone, and the world has darkness, and rest.....

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 8/14/2022 1:32:00 AM

...on the darkest night, the maidens take their spindles down to the sea, to wash their wool. And the wool slips from the spindles into the water, and unravels in long ripples of light from the shore to the horizon, and there is the moon again, rising above the sea....Only when all the wool is washed, and wound again into a white ball in the sky, can the moon-spinners start their work once more, to make the night safe for hunted things.” Mary Stewart, The Moonspinners