With love in my heart for you
I hope that your evening goes
well and that the things you
have planned make you happy.

-K

Marissa, of course I still love, desire, and want you.
-- I'm no quitter; remember that old post of mine?

There's a #WitchHous3 song which talks about wings; a little depressing/confusing, -- but you know me... Love, my: " we'll mount up [on] wings black as midnight. " [Recursion post] is still in the cards as far as I'm concerned.  You've got the only seat at the table, and I'm All-In.

Be Mine, as I Am Yours.

A Simple Game

A Simple Game
Song by The Moody Blues

As time goes by, you will see
That we're going to be free
You and me, we'll touch the sky

Can you see in your mind's eye
That we are one
We're all the same
And life is just a simple game

There, by your side, I will be
When this crazy world is free
Free from doubt
When it finds out
Exactly what we're meant to be

That we are one
We're all the same
And life is just a simple game

Thoughts of another day
Flashing through my head
Thinking how life could be
All of the things that our great men have said

Be what we want to be
What we deserve to be
What we are meant to be

As time goes by, you will see
That we're going to be free
You and me, we'll touch the sky
Can you see in your mind's eye

That we are one
We're all the same
And life is just a simple game

Songwriters: Mike Pinder
A Simple Game lyrics © Sparta Florida Music Group Ltd., Sparta-florida Music Group Ltd
Source: Musixmatch

Sweetheart,
I truly love you, and I can't understand why we can't be together.  What have I done but ask to again see your lovely face in person?

When I went to see you, the texts I got from you -- I, I just about died...
I saw your father, I guess, and he was none too pleased to see or speak with me; he said he'd let you know I'd stopped bye.
Later, I received a phone call from the [] police, or someone who claimed to be, and this man claimed that I would be the recipient of a warning -- that if I made any further attempts to contact you or -- of course, visit that address -- I'd risk arrest.

Since then you have blocked every access to you, and I have no recourse but to try and reach you here, where I receive no replies.

So, it is with heavy heart beyond my ability to express that I must assume you truly want nothing to do with me, despite my reasons I had thought you did (High On A Rocky Ledge, Whispering Pines, and others beside).

I'm expected to leave this apartment which you -- or rather I had sent you -- via Patreon for a new, smaller, but cheaper place in Jamaica Plain/Roxbury Crossing -- but I don't feel safe posting that address here, for obvious reasons.  Further, I have no reason to expect my Sister in Roxbury (whose address you also had been sent, -- and the voice claiming to be the officer of the [] police knew her address) would inform you of my new location should you wish to contact her.  It seems all I do is burn bridges, in this, my singular pursuit...

If by some wild chance those texts weren't you, or, more hopefully, that you've had a change of heart, you can best-likely contact the woman from whom I'd rented this place, as the new location is her friend's property.

I'm pretty sure that we both know you wanted more than what you claimed in those texts.  If ever I had doubted that prior, I'd never had made that trip out there to [] to see you.

Khanit,
-Kyrinn

[Music] ...It was Black and Silver

Towards the end of October, when I went and got Balayage done at a place about half an hour away, this was playing.  I saw another video by Else, and that reminded me of, Paris.

Love you, Darling,
-K

Moody Blues

[Repost] [Bride of Set]

BRIDE OF SET
NEATH THE AUTUMN TREE
TEMPLE COMPLEX
(C) 2023 Kyrinn S. Eis
All Rights Reserved worldwide

Imagine: a square
within, -open air;
four pillars, light
-and dark, in pairs.

Galactic arc overhead,
nighttime scene in bed.
Dream, but one well fed;
silken covers black & red.

In recline I wander nightly,
mind shining so very brightly.
My reflection appears to me,
and thinking, she too can see.

Silver radiant mist surround,
prismatic colours abound,
distorted syncopation profound,
interpolated sense' confound.

Ghostly, shadow electric,
a profusion so eclectic;
thoughts come thither to me:
incantations, So Mote it Be!

Torches burn brightly in the night,
a power stronger than mere might,
a whispered scent of precious sight,
colours louder than they are light.

Stars, not-falling, arc-overhead;
this nighttime scene in my bed,
a sort of dream, but one instead
which soothes aches, both hurt & dread.

This square: imagination
not unfounded, -with intention
pure, beyond circumspection:
innovation and not invention.

My Love