Don't Let The Old Story Repeat Itself

Let Tears Gather In Your Eyes. You Haven’t Tears Enough For What You’ve Done To Me. Six More Mortal Years, Seven, Eight…i Might Have Had That Shape!’ Her Pointed Finger Flew At Madeleine, Whose Hands Had Risen To Her Face, Whose Eyes Were Clouded Over. Her Moan Was Almost Claudia’s Name. But Claudia Did Not Hear Her. ‘yes, That Shape, I Might Have Known What It Was To Walk At Your Side.

And So This Young One, This Young One Whom I Had So Loved, I Had To Forsake, No Matter How Broken My Heart, No Matter How Lonely My Soul, No Matter How Bruised My Intellect And Spirit.

In The Name Of Christ, I Refuse To Be Anti-gay. I Refuse To Be Anti-feminist. I Refuse To Be Anti-artificial Birth Control. I Refuse To Be Anti-democrat. I Refuse To Be Anti-secular Humanism. I Refuse To Be Anti-science. I Refuse To Be Anti-life. In The Name Of Christ, I Quit Christianity And Being Christian. Amen.

Mortal Beauty Often Makes Me Ache, And Mortal Grandeur Can Fill Me With That Longing...but Paris, Paris Drew Me Close To Her Heart, So I Forgot Myself Entirely. Forgot The Damned And Questing Preternatural Thing That Doted On Mortal Skin And Mortal Clothing. Paris Overwhelmed, And Lightened And Rewarded More Richly Than Any Promise.

It Was As If When I Looked Into His Eyes I Was Standing Alone On The Edge Of The World...on A Windswept Ocean Beach. There Was Nothing But The Soft Roar Of The Waves.