I'm starting a new literary project and I thought I might share it with you all. I need a break from med-school and my desire to write and to be creative is being stifled by science and by absolutes. So here, in multi-series fashion, I will be adding short stories together, which, I hope, will be weaved together in a beautiful fashion before I am finished. As I said, however, I am in med-school which demands a good portion of my time. I want to come back to this as often as I can.
Please join me as I set out on a new journey and style of writing that is new and exciting to me. I also want to share my inspiration for this episode of the story that follows below. The song is called "Sargasso Sea" by Suzanne Ciani. Feel free to click on the link if you want to listen along. I don't know how to make it pop up in a new window, so if you do, I suggest opening it in a new window or coming back to my blog! :)
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The Lone Star blazed in the morning sky in a perpetual state of chasing after the darkness, never able to catch it, but always catching a glimpse of hues of grey, of scarlet, of rose, and of peach. Gentle winds billowed through the salt-laden air, whispering tender words of affection. Turquoise waves rolled on in stereotyped fashion, leaving only a turbid wake behind the massive wooden frame of Le Somnium. Bitter cold sprays of salt-tinged water sprinkled John's face leaving behind a refreshing chill, cured only by the warm caress of morning air. A solemn melody carried on the sea breeze lamented upon John's ears. Beautiful, arching notes dripped with tears of heartbreaking, dissonant chords as they danced upon the winds. Note after note ebbed and flowed with the endless grace of the ocean. Enchanted by the ballad, John searched for its source only to find swirling currents in infinite world of teal.
As if carried by the aria, pelicans glided above in the sea of azure. Wings of innocence, marked with charcoal of wisdom, graciously stroked in perfect rhythm. Out of the scarlet horizon appeared a miniature island that grew in size with the sound of the refrain. John's eyes spied a delicate bar of sand gleaming like gold. Upon this throne of gold sat an ebony grand piano played by a solitary figure. Polished like a pearl, the maiden's instrument reflected the darkness and depth of her lonely vigil.
Drawn by her lullaby, John steered Le Somnium into the sand until its gigantic frame came to rest upon a pillow of gilt. John's feet sank into the shifting sands as he stared quietly at the nobility behind her instrument. Sorrow seeped from her delicate hands as they gently brushed the pearl and ink keys. Her head, bowed to the ground, swayed in time to music as if a marionette commanded by a puppeteer. Elegant, golden locks flowed from her, swaying, tickling her shoulders covered with frosted shawl. Her shawl, imbedded with ruby rosettes, rested upon a dress of coal; perhaps the most alluring sight John's eyes ever beheld.
Slowly and gracefully, the damsel's chorus came to an end as the last notes hung in an air of elegy. Emerald set in marble stared into John's heart, into his soul, as she stood and advanced toward him. John's heart leapt in fear, but the echo of her dirge fastened his feet into the shifting sands. Placing her hand under John's chin, she directed his gaze into hers. With a breath that smelled of honey mixed with tears, she spoke in the a tender voice that John's ears never believed could exist. "So long I have waited," she breathed. "So long I have waited." John's soul ignited with the maiden's lament that still reverberated in his mind. "And longer I must wait...Rest," rolled the words off her tongue like dew a morning plant. The music inside John grew louder and restless until his vision grayed and his knees buckled under an invisible burden. John, overcome by her chorus, collapsed to the warm, coarse sand. With his last sight came the vanishing hues of grey and scarlet upon the horizon.
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