The Indulgence of Childhood
Listen to us and cease weeping. You were granted one small indulgence because you wanted to know love. Initially we refused your request, but your persistence moved us. We froze everything that you were, your magnificence and brilliance put on hold so you could sip her kisses and feast on the gleam of her passionate eye. This small human meant more to you than all else. Very well, we said. We pitied you. Out here, you are very powerful. Very big. Love is as irrelevant here as hyphens and party hats. Perhaps you needed a short diversion.
Now that you have returned, you must open your eyes and remember your vastness and power. We wait for you to turn back to the whirling universe and the dimensional towers. We understand that once in an eon you may tire, closing your eyes again and sliding through a crack of memory. You may steal around to the back steps where she dropped a love letter she hadn’t expected you to find, and remember how it felt to furtively hold her as she traced the lines in your face. You were big then, too, with armies and entourages.
We agree: it would be a shame to forget your childhood. But you must remember that you are grown now. You have responsibilities; the towers grow cold without you.
Musical Inspirations: the entire Bat For Lashes album “Two Suns” and a very sad dream I had. Bat for Lashes makes me think and feel at the same time. Simple words, but it’s actually high praise for music, which tends to fall in one camp or the other.