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Gallop Apace Oh Lover Of Mine!

phaeton R and JGallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus’ lodging: such a wagoner
As Phaethon would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
That runaway’s eyes may wink and Romeo
Leap to these arms, untalk’d of and unseen.
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
And learn me how to lose a winning match,
Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
Hood my unmann’d blood, bating in my cheeks,
With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,
Think true love acted simple modesty.
Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow on a raven’s back.
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow’d night,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
But not possess’d it, and, though I am sold,
Not yet enjoy’d: so tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo’s name speaks heavenly eloquence.

This was my audition piece for NIDA many years ago, I have often thought of it since I found my Beloved six months ago, especially in the first couple of months when we would have sometimes three or four days apart. Waiting for him to arrive I felt like Juliet who is desperately longing to lose her maiden hood to her beloved Romeo.

From Franco Zeffirelli's film of Romeo and Juliet.

From Franco Zeffirelli’s film of Romeo and Juliet.

If you are not familiar with Shakespeare I invite you to read carefully through the words and think about what the imagery is saying to describe Juliet’s feelings, essentially she is hanging out for darkness when Romeo is due to arrive. It is a lovely state of flurried feelings and excitement and delighted anticipation and feeling like you just can’t wait!

Almost feels like that time for us now as we have just celebrated our six month anniversary, we made it a special day and it was simple and yet amazing and our relationship feels like it has hotted up again, if that’s possible. Ritual is a wonderful way to add power to our intentions and help us to go deeper, and it can be completely spontaneous. Juliet, I know exactly how you feel honey, you go for it girl!

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day?

It seems as if summer lingered on and on, she slipped out of the room, and then peeked back in, I began to feel as if my summer would be with me for evermore. Alas my sweetheart she is gone, like Persephone disappearing into the jaws of the underworld, leaving her mother Demeter to grieve and bring us rainy tears to nourish the soil, as the autumn season gently winds down, towards that darkest of times.

The Snowy Mountains.

The Snowy Mountains.

The Snowy Mountains.

The Snowy Mountains.

I have always been a summer child, memories of a birthday always held on searing hot days, body surfing in rough ocean waves and running quickly, feet almost burning, over sizzling sand dunes. Walking up steep slopes through the brightest of green, green grass, wildflowers like jewels, dotting the rich sweep of lusciousness with every colour you could imagine. Wading through a mountain river, until the sight of a long thick black snake gliding sinuously into the water inspired a hasty departure, calling out to my mother and brother behind me to flee the fearsome serpent!

Oh shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? From me ’tis the highest of compliments, your bright eyes remind me of the sky’s dome of heavenly blue, your hair the glint of sunlight dancing on the leaves and branches of the trees, your spirit the clear, clean optimism of hot days that seem to stretch into a never ending future. No-one does it like William Shakespeare so here for your enjoyment is Sonnet 18.

Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft’ is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.