Oh dear Sapph my tears could not say enough
posted by Simon Auchterlonie @ 11:56 AM
4 comments
Simon-Auchterlonie
... As the light is upon you ever so is my heart with love ... so quietly as even a wind .... ....and not to be noticed even by a feather ....I HAVE A GIFT WITH WORDS I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO SAY TO SELL MYSELF LIKE A PRIZE SPECIMEN that is not my style. I am humble of heart as a vessel of love...and of nature gentle through which love is poured. There is nothing that I claim to offer but me.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
About Me
- Name: Simon Auchterlonie
- Location: Ruddington, Nottingham, United Kingdom
I love to write, and am inspired by faces. My friend Sapphire encouraged me to create this site so that I can share my words, and feelings with others, I hope you enjoy my work and will email me your own words and comments. God Bless you all and keep you as safely as he keeps me. Az eva in love Simon.
4 Comments:
When the sadness of the middle air passes the light and all around are obtuse spectacles of form. The ghost of our loved ones who so dearly lost have found a way hom.
For you I am sad, you will never sleep beside this woman again. I understand the pain of being denied romantic love in life, also when death takes form and all we have left is torn photograph. This woman died peacefully I sense. My Grandmother say it is funny how when photographs appear of dead people, you already know they are dead? It is a lifeless look in the eyes. As though God has already taken the soul. Good luck my friend. You will never sleep beside her. For she sleepeth in the coffin of the night.
Ahh Gina, your inner bitterness seems ripened to follow this beautiful creature from Simon's pages to pages. I suspect you may have been his lover and suspicions has clouded your vision. This woman isn't dead but Life itself. Her beauty resonates and that powerful look is haunting it it one of a woman in love. She does not look to be the love of the author but seems lost faraway. A muse for the mindful. I wish she were my muse.
You hide your venom under disguises. Perhaps you are dead within your self. Simons words of friendship appear to have been overlooked entirely as you seek out this Goddess.
True womanhood is always a goddess. I agree with Mike that Simons words provide us with reason enough to want to express love, and affection and sometimes more. The picture of the vibrant woman, plaintively in a dream of her own is one that I wish to be in my own world. I don't understand Ginos obsession withdeath which is a common theme in each of his comments linked to this raven haired electrifying creature. I suspect Gino needs theraphy and has lost someone himself and is transfering this here on Simon's site.
Kindly
Angelina Makepiece
I felt sorry for the character Gino, behind, his sinister words, he has clearly lost his own wife/lover and is haunted by her death to transfer bitterly to a photo, lacking spiritual comprehension of his psycho-stalking... Interesting the weirdoes on the internet!
Marcus D.P MD
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