In this breathless, lavender moment I see you and you see me, we share a yearning so strong it freezes still the world around us. Your bare feet skims across the soft green grass and as the rising cheers around us fade into a distant echo, with a flash of deep-hued purple and flying black tresses I find myself desperately crushing you against me, my left hand lifting you high off the ground, kissing you forever.
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"In the days when monsters and giants and fairy folk lived in England, a noble knight was riding across a plain..."
Jonathan
I suppose an explanation is in order. This blog is a wonderful idea I quite unashamedly stole from a friend and one in which I intend to transcribe in as accurate detail as possible, with minimal embellishing, the dreams that I so often have. If you're asking yourself why A Quiet Knight? I assure you there was originally no pun intended. Rather my train of thought began with dreams...which reminded me of a childhood spent hiding under blankets reading, sitting next to fireplaces reading, curled up on huge pillows...reading. And reading reminded me of one of my favorite children books...a beautifully illustrated story about a knight from a far away land with no recollection of his name and slays a dragon to save a princess. And amid all the slaying and fire-breathing and princess saving...the knight never spoke; perhaps as a child I identified with the reserved hero in the expanse of my introverted imagination or maybe it was simply the wonderful illustrations that gave breath to the characters in my mind. Whatever the reason, the story and hence the name seemed perfect to me as a challenge and reminder of the man my 10 year old self once was determined to become: a humble hero with no beginning, brimming with honesty and integrity, saving the kingdom, the people and the princess...and doing it quietly.
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