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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