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I shall embroider by your silver pistols
The swallow's wing
And a cross to guard you
In the night when I lie waiting for you.
My darling boy, my darling boy
My darling boy, let me have joy of you.
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Much for can be spoken of the rain. It can ensure life, but it can also destroy it. It brings the rebirth and birth of another day, but it can also bring the destruction of the very thing it creates. I will not speak on the destructive forces God gives to the world, but the rebirth is unfathomable. It is a mix of science and need. And so, the rain does fall.
The water brings other thoughts, a reminiscence that only the heavens can cause. The memories are of warmth, of a song…of a scared child during storms of a mother's tender love, and the lullaby sung. It was centuries ago, I barely remember her voice; the glimpses are fading with more time passed. The only remaining thought is of her song. The one sung for me to sleep.
I watch the water flow from the walkways beyond the canvas enclosure above my head to the basins of water in ground in brightly colored tile and overflow them. I feel the wet at my bare feet. The rain will not cease, in fact, it becomes stronger as I sit on the steps leading to the cold liquid touching my toes.
The downpour becomes my symphony and my sympathy as I look out passed the structure of this Turkish palace. Her lullaby is the melody to the rain. It is soft as I think upon her and those final days. It's the rain that brings memories…of lost warmth.
I was once her pride and joy. I hope I am still her joy. The issue of her pride, I feel as though I am not. It is not up for dispute, it is how I feel. I watch as the swell of rain and the onslaught of the drops from the sky. My voice swells to match it and the dance of lightning flashes across my eyes. Is it an answer?
I wonder if it is. She was a strong woman; she could make such things happen. The song swelled once more as the storm becomes my orchestra. My eyes close to block out my surroundings. The hues of blue of the tile fade as well as the grey of the sky do too. The only thoughts of my own are on the song as I hear the echo of my voice off the walls as it reverberates back to me. An exhale stops the song from falling from my lips.
I did not hear the soft footsteps behind me, but I feel a gloved hand brush my cheek as my finished and lips on my skin. I open my eyes to see the mask of the embodiment of the empire. My moment of peace, of privacy is ruined with a simple action. It is always this way; it has been for years…he would intrude upon my sleep just to see me sleep. I wish my mother's cross would guard me that she gave to me.
I rise to my feet with not a word to him, the reminiscence is destroyed and my mother's lullaby is stored within me once again. It is a condemnable existence to live this way, and I must keep myself aloft…
I hope she waits to meet me when my rain and the night when my curtain falls with the dignity the same as hers. I would like to hear her voice one more time.
I shall embroider, upon your double-edged dagger,
That clear look of yours
Out of your bright blue eyes
Which I can never stare into long enough.
My darling boy, my darling boy
My darling boy, let me have joy of you.
Notes: Song with lyrics with translation are right here: .?act=ST&f=9&t=3921&s=
As well as a youtube link. I couldn't help write this, hope everyone enjoys it.
