Friday, September 24, 2010

splendour and splendour


Ideally, everyone has an ideal of charming. Whether it be a reasonable ideal or an outrageous one is entirely up to yourself though.
I find charm in the beauty of traits of character such as eyes overflowing with glee and pale green in colour. A hint of freckles is usually referred to as the hidden charm, usually hidden by fear of unwont.
However much these traits and others were part of my own ideals, and however much Helena perfectly possessed them, I could not charm her. What a terrible fate you might say! and rightly so: she appeared to be on her high-horse tonight.

Friday, September 17, 2010

neither daydream nor dream alone

Spring path was always particularly eerie, but in a beautiful sense only. There almost seemed to be an everlasting blossom hanging from the trees, and you could always hear a faint bird song in the distance.
As I advanced in the heavy fog, I could no longer see the shrubbery shrouded in mist. I hated to admit it, but I was probably lost amongst all the grey haze.

Then you appeared as a vision, with a tender look in your eyes and a greatly comforting smile. The sight of you was a true vision, it was nothing of a daydream, queer imagination or even a vision trick. Certainly, you must have been the most perfectly real unreal thing I had ever beheld. I realized so when I tried to kiss your pale lips: the shape of your very face vanished and spring path revealed itself once again.

All that now pervaded in the thin air was a great sense of comfort and a beatific smile.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

j'ai l'impression que c'était hier, mais c'était il y a deux jours

The good, the bad & the queen

As I followed her light foot steps down the pavement, the streets were probably romanticized by the long waves in her fair-hair: we were only walking down a narrow lane strewn with the occasional streetlight. The dark grey sky was announcing nightfall and the clouds a light rain fall, and houses were coloured in red bricks and decorated with window panes. Yet however much the plain scenery seemed ordinary, I couldn't help but know that I would miss green field lane.