Prodigal Son of a Promised Spring

[canadien_please]

Oh, give us pleasure in the orcahrd white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
To which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends he will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
Robert Frost

Comments

[[Why have we not threaded before?]]

[mystiklsushi]

I've stumbled across this blog by chance, but I was very taken by your description of escape from one home to another. It strikes me that you may have something in common with me, and a great deal of others that I know. It may be presumptuous and completely off the mark, but I feel that you may also be a cultural refugee, dancing between the home of your birth and the home of your heart. Granted, I may be reading too much into it...but if your "Liberty" is not merely a metaphoric one, then I feel the chance is rather high.

Nontheless, our poetic expressions are moving. I hope you are able to find what you are looking for.

(Because I am horrible with activity :< BUT HEY THERE~)

[canadien_please]

I am in fact, a normal resident of the one and only Liberty city (that I have been aware of, there may be another one on some other plane)- However I have been absent from even there. I've been on somewhat of a journey of self discovery and purpose, but am heading back to our unique city and should hopefully be there within this week.

You may know of my younger brother, as so many so often do, Alfred F. Jones.

And my heart is glad I can move others and have them also relate to my own woes and joys! Perhaps we could speak more on our cultural dissonance.

[man_nav_naudas]

That is quite...

What is the word? Skaists. Beautiful, Matīss.

I am... not certain of what else to say other than... Travel well. Da. Travel well, mans draugs.

[screened to Raivis]

[canadien_please]

Thank you, mon ami.

I hope you are in possession my postcard? I'll be back in Liberty within the week. It is a sincere wish of mine that she still finds you well and in good spirits.

[the_all_goddess]

Young man, you have such an elegance with words, I sincerely applaud you. Such vivid descriptions.

If you may be interested, upon your return, a certain lady and myself may be starting up a club soon for people with such a way with keys and pen.