it will be great if you could come to Poland

Some day, my friend, some day.Albra wrote:Red,
it will be great if you could come to Poland
What a gorgeous paragraph, Red. This is Mick & Beth and their story wrapped up so very beautifully in just a few words.A minor chord, redolent with melancholy; this was our melody played out across time and space, a constant reminder there is no joy so great as one that seemed impossible. We both knew it, felt it, pushed it away, accepted it. We were never meant to be. But we were. And now, alone, I finally understand the meaning of a lifetime.
Sad but hopeful all at the same time, Red. There is a quietness about Mick here I adore. He has a set path, knows what he wants to do and has reached a point where it is just time.The cemetery is locked and bare and we are alone, together. The earth cannot divide us, a physical barrier no more meaningful than death itself. This is home now, because you are here and I feel the last cares slip away. Through the tranquility of night I sit with you. I have shed my tears, expended my grief; I am finished.
I am here, my life, my love, forever.
Once again you have created such a vivid image in a few words. Mick has made his decision to be with Beth once again and it's one of the two scenario's I've always thought possible for these two and you have written it so beautifully here.In the quiet glade I lie down. I can see you through the trees, but I will not be disturbed. Clear-eyed, content, expectant, I feel you holding me. It's time, my love. As the first rays dapple the ground I can enjoy the warmth at last.
Thanks so much, coco. I love that description - a quietness.coco wrote:There is a quietness about Mick here I adore. He has a set path, knows what he wants to do and has reached a point where it is just time.
Such a telling statement. It doesn't matter that Mick physically doesn't age. In his love, he does...he ages right along with Beth, like two people who spend a lifetime together do.Acceptance was long-fought and hard-won, you would live and die and I would go on. Childish dreams of everlasting life had no place here. To the world we remained as we had always been; you, the woman who took my heart, living, ageing, and I, the man who would always have the face of youth, my ancient fears hidden from all but you. But we changed every day, growing old in each other's arms, confounding ourselves, finding peace and joy, our own version of happily ever after, a lifetime of love.
And a powerful choice, to give up life, immortality...for love.I can go on without you, but I will not. I choose not.
This is the focal point, and it's breathtaking. The constant dichotomy of impossible love, lived to the fullest, to the end of it all.A minor chord, redolent with melancholy; this was our melody played out across time and space, a constant reminder there is no joy so great as one that seemed impossible. We both knew it, felt it, pushed it away, accepted it. We were never meant to be. But we were. And now, alone, I finally understand the meaning of a lifetime.
That's so very beautiful. To me, this is just another part of Mick's suffering - he has lost his love and that breaks my heart. The hope to be reunited is his only priority now.darkstarrising wrote:In life, death separated them. In death, there are no barriers.
Thank you so much - this is just how I feel about it. As for Mick's promise, I think he always knew it was a lie - and so did Beth. But it was necessary lie for them both and it allowed them a lifetime of happiness.francis wrote:there is this tranquility of decision, of finality. It's heartbreaking