| Gildor asked me to refine his English in
several writings of his. His gift with imagery made it a
delight. These
are the ones I have for his unnamed Explorer
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I was walking aimlessly along the beach, my feet
sinking in the glittering diamond dust that echoed the
skies above me as I slowed to gaze into the endlessly
fascinating heavens..
The night seems strange here. It shines! Even the black
of Heaven is bright, like a beautiful woman in dark robes
ornamented with glowing jewels.
Brightness is the defining characteristic of this place..
... the sea looks like crystal, like glass, a solid
mirror waving Heaven’s jewels before her face in
endless homage.
Far beyond the wandering white walls I heard voices
singing, full of joy and
happiness... I am aware that were I of another Age, had I
seen and heard less in my travels, their melodies might
seem the most wonderful I had ever heard. As it is, I
cannot help frowning at their exuberant rising and
falling tones. Perhaps it is beautiful, but somehow it
doesn’t touch me. Even the night sky itself can only
make you happy when you are fully able to live... As you
open yourself to the moment, wonders overwhelm the
senses.
The distant lights of that great city and their lilting
laughter are the only signs of joy. I remain inside
myself, closed off from any emotion by the cold blackness
that has invaded my broken heart.. I mourned the lack
within myself as the party moved away from me, unaware of
my existence... Worse, I was not sorry that they should
go and leave me with my emptiness. I do not even know who
they are!
My own bleakness frightens me. Will I never again enjoy
music?... I feel so old! Am I past being able to respond
to life? Has the ache within killed my explorer’s
seventh sense? Perhaps it is simply dormant...hibernating
like a flower under the fierce blasts of my heart’s
winter...
Crystal tears fell from my cheeks, dripping as dew upon
the dusty sands at my feet... there they mingled with an
tendril of glittering sea water, scouting ahead of the
rising tide. Perhaps I could wake it again? I
concentrated on listening to the night.. hoping to hear
my Maker’s healing voice there..... praying for
help.
I climbed the small dunes and settled into enfolding
walls, and waited for the dawn, The distant sparkling of
millions suns from above and below sing hope to me of a
bright morning to come. As I write this, I cannot even
imagine what the radiance of dawn will be like in this
place.
The winds have risen. They bring messages of sweet
flowering trees, rolling grasses, all spiced with
pleasant mineral salts dancing before me. I smell beauty
on the sweet winds of this shining darkness encircling
me. I have noted which direction they come. As always,
the lullaby of wind and sea seem to soften all sound as
they sing me into forgotten tranquility ..my inner aching
eases as I rest here... I could almost smile
For it seems I can hear distant music....
It is beautiful.
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| As I walked on her streets, the
architecture reminded me of ancient Greece and
Venice. On her streets, I saw people in colorful
tunics and robes walking in pairs, chatting.
Others were reading. The children were dancing
and singing. Everybody greeted me with a smile,
happy that I was alright.. Over my head, I saw
doves flying with winged people from spire to
spire, their light clad forms playing and dancing
on the air. Garlands and clothes flowed on their
bodies... They were serene! They glowed!!
The buildings were baroque, with their giant
stairs, statues, and carved white pillars that
lined the streets... Their floors were full of
doves and other white birds. These beloved
creatures walked undisturbed among the people in
the plaza ...
Everywhere I looked I saw beautiful fabrics,
fresh air, radiant light and glowing marble...
From all around there came the sound of laughter
and the singing of psalms... As I traveled along
I saw that one was sitting on the beach playing
soft tunes. His flute glorified the glowing of
the Sun on the sea... His presence was blurred
shadow in the brilliant sunlight. His outline
hung like a mist in the air, the edges of his
silhouette disappeared into sun’s bright
haze above the sea ...
Why couldn’t I be so happy? From time to
time beyond the laughing and music , I would hear
from afar the soundings of trumpets... They were
signaling something... The hour was changing..
will I ever be able to draw what I saw?
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