Tuesday, December 21, 2010

in the eyes of someone ..

Hey beautiful, the case in question, very often, is the weather. The whole of yesterday was summarized by a grey, cloudy expanse. Totally contrasting was the bright sunshine and the sky that greeted me this morning. A bright blue sky, maybe a couple of shades off the striking blue on the plumage on a kingfisher, but still, illuminatingly beautiful. Unfortunately, circumstances force certain types of working people to spend a majority of their time in the confines of indoor recesses when they'd rather spend time in the yard playing with a couple of cats. Perhaps not, I'd prefer watching the clouds drift by. Indeed, there wasn't one in sight before noon. After fulfilling my share of time in the indoor confines, I set out for my haven. "Long may this routine last!", I sigh and say to myself fully knowing that it will not. Undeterred by this, of course, I was today. I looked up at the North-Western skies and there were wisps of clouds that looked like a human palm, fingers four in all and a thumb. I thought the outstretched hand was trying to tell me something. Or in the eyes of someone ...

Very soon, a bright yellow moon rose from the east, from behind the trees. The moon was in its full grandeur tonight, still is of course. Reminds me of Narsil, the sword of Elendil. The sword's name contains the elements nar and thil, "fire" and "white light", referring to the sun and moon. Ah, I remember the scene. 
"Anduril! Flame of the West. Reforged from the shards of Narsil!"
The sword that shines ...
is there a sparkle in the eyes of someone .. ??

Well, folks, isn't it amazing how a sequence of songs reads a well composed story. Here's one
I am Superman, Kryptonite, I'm No Superman, Here Comes the Sun and Hero.
Here's another one, it is incomplete though.
Strangers in the Night ................ Our House.


Wait up folks, I totally forgot to mention the fact I'm currently in a little bit of an inebriated state. I thought I'd jot down some stuff here before I drown completely in my inebriation. You, my dear friend, so not unlike me are wise if this makes utter nonsense to you. Rest your head, because everything is so easy.

- The Drunken Monkeh.