A most glorious time of year, The Captains Bride of Asia-Marlowe.
by The Pirate of Soleas Port(1)The mearure of time, how many ways can one measure the hands of time. perhaps its not just simply the hours or the minuites that take their toll on our hearts and minds and souls. For surely it seems that we were thrown into this vast and impatient time piece of a world. a world raceing against time. As a newborn our tiny bodies struggle to enter this world, and with one giant gasp we are greeted by time.
As a child my only measure of time was not by the hands of a clock, but the people, places and events that enterd and about my life, yes for me time was no enemy, no threat, it was just some canvas of a sort waiting on the artist to begin to paint his portrait of my life. But then oneday the invitation of manhood called out to me from many miles off the coast. And i did answer with full intent, and so the measure of time began, and this would be my time here on land and my time out at sea. this division would prove to be more than a test for me.
You see life to me is like that of a woman, at times she is unpredictable, and at times she can be cold and cutting, Although i must say there are times when she lays her mercy at your feet. the lines of life that i follow, for the most part are soft and sensual and move with drum like rhythm. is it any wonder i am always chaseing the lines of life,innocently seduced i confess, it was not until thirty-five years had lent themselves to me that love sent to me this lady, so often the confessions of St Agustine keep returning themselves to my mind.
There was a time when i too wanted to run in the face of the wind, noone ever left me for it was i who first left. oh how i did live my life, women song and wine, in no paticular order, in fact nothing was particular to me at all, at least on land. passion was my closest companion, it was passion i trusted most, at times it was all so simple a task to walk away at any time of my choosing,
And so i was well aware that the best trade was earned in the roughest of seas, at least for my part, there had to be more to this mans life, and it was to be that morning before the sun had began to rise, i had just put the Malake-a Agustine paralell into port the crew had left in a haste, we had a liberty call just south of the bang-pae empire, it was some little island i cant recall the name, but it was there in that port that i did fall down on a bending knee and did beg for his mercy. OH MY GOD TO THEE I CRY OUT SEND DOWN YOUR MERCY TO ME ONE WHO KNEELS ON THE BOW OF THIS VESSEL, I BEG OF YOU THIS DAY,
It had been several months since that day that i hung my head in prayer, the winter had now arrived and i was now back home in asia-marlowe, oh but it was she who did come down from above and she stood there in my midst, but it i who had only come to land to shake hands and take pleasure in the freinds who had stayed with me through the years, it was a glorious time of the year i do recall. so much joy and yuletide in the air, HOCK THE HERAOLD ANGELS my soul cried out, these were also my first words to her as i first saw her, there she was standing there just about the christmas tree.
And she reached up to hang an ornament, that of an angel just above her head. so tall and beautiful a woman is she i thought to myself. looking at her i had no idea who she was,but it was one thing that i did know, and that was she had come along way to here with us in asia-marlowe. no she was not from us, and i could not take my eyes away from her not in the least way,for it was there that day that i fell into the sanctity of love.
Fool you are man i thought to myself, how is it that you would pay so much attention to a strange woman, such a useless question, for oh how i would have gladly paid it all to her. and there i stood completely mystified by her every move, and she did move just so about and around the evergreen placeing an ornament here and there.
At times she would turn and speak to someone who had drwan themselves near to her, oh how her smile came fourth so with such beauty and ease, her movements were like that of the softest song ever sanged, and i had fallen to her sweet and tender song. oh my lord this woman with such grace, so much of a lady must lay inside of her soul.
And then her big beautiful wide eyes turned to me, yes, yes she has found your presence man, well now she observes me such as i would observe the changeing of the conditions of the sea, very closely i say, with much attention she looks at me, with a face that appears as if she will bring fourth a smile, but no smile had come fourth just yet, but she appears to be at complete ease.
Ah-ha well woman who is most beautiful with such ease, i am solomon, and i to shall to remain at ease, but oh... i must know what it is she thinks of me, i must know what her thoughts are made of. how is it that she holds me still, why is it she holds me at bay,
Authors notes;; i am not sure about the title, but this story is centerd around christmas my other most loved time of the year. it a love story somewhere in spain i think near the marrocan- spain boarders, 1760-1780 somewhere in there, he is of irish-african decent, she is of asian- spanish she will be very dark in complexion, almost black in color, he will be a red head, taller well-fit phyiscaly , bearded some what thick]yellow- brown in color will his cmplexion be
i am sure, well almost sure the title have some say of christmas or something 80 percent of this story is written he is solomon- she is maureen i think i have not called her name in the story yet so i still may see her under another name
there is quiet a bit more to come it was to be short story but not to long, but this solomon guy cannot just shut up already, LOL
well anyway i will catch you guys in a few days, maybe i will start reading stuff and commenting on the writings of others
The Pirate of Soleas Port.
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