Listen to Playmate by Richard Charles Stevens (Spacecowboy Suite)

Listen to Spacecowboy by Turbo Knight

my playmate and i
my reflection and me
.
my playmate and i
my reflection and me
friends bereft of ending
building castles by the sea
quietly reflective
protected
blessed and free
my playmate and i
my reflection and me
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Back when life was but a dream, I learned to set a stunning scene. No constraints for I was free to be just who I wished to be. I wished to be carefree and maybe act a little carelessly. Climb the tallest tree and swing from precipice precariously. The only thing amiss was someone just as keen to share with me the feeling, that of simply being seen. That of simply being seen.
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This was until my other me encouraged me to leap. To search the furtive earth for hidden secrets in my keep. To pluck up all my courage and remember I was free. To wander here and there, declare it fairer in-between. In honour of my playmate, I commenced a grand adventure. And shared with her the feeling, that of simply being seen.
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Her hair was in ringlets that tickled my cheeks. Each night we touched fingertips and shuffled our feet to the one place where we could dance daydreams, build castles. Be just who we wished to be, share sense of mystery. Marvel the view and in absolute symmetry. Dizzily spin through the piles of dead leaves, reach within them and pin them to each hope and dream. Set midsummer scene in the bleakest midwinter. Kiss one another’s fingers at the first hint of a splinter. Innocence was ours as we both held on to belief that, in our special place, the monsters faced were not nearly so mean. Having wandered here and there, the skies seemed fairest in-between. To search the furtive earth for hidden secrets in our keep.
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She was my reflection. One both flawless and serene. For her bright eyes widened every time she turned to smile at me. Confiding every hope and dream through cheeks that dressed a vocal beam. And in that very moment, I felt seen. In that very moment, I felt seen.
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Suddenly, I woke from dream and she was neither here nor there. Had no idea where but the butterfly that fluttered in my tummy made it clear that she was well within my reach. Screwed my eyes shut tight as it was way past time to sleep. Yet our palace of imagination still felt incomplete.
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For celestial ages, I waited most patiently. Then, somewhat belatedly, faith intervened. My twin dreamer dreamed a harmonious dream. In a moment, our minds set the self same scene.
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my playmate and i
my reflection and me
my playmate and i
my reflection and me
my reflection and me
my reflection and me
my reflection and me
my playmate and i
my reflection and me
my reflection and me
my reflection and me
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Beneath the staircase. Opened up by rusted key entrusted keeping deep within the pantry, on the top shelf, in plain view for all to see. Had always seemed to be beyond my reach. However, together we had never seen a reason to feel beaten or to lean into retreat. Beneath the staircase, in our secret palace, we were free. To sit atop a precipice that overlooked the trees. Free.
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My twin dreamer and I never gave up on belief. That one fine day, we’d learn the deepest secrets in our keep. Our courage and our brave would encourage we leap. In a moment of dream reconvened. In a moment of dream reconvened.
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we were home in this place
we were seen
here and there
fairest yet in-between
a fairytale palace dressed in luminescent lichen
where monsters declared no intention to frighten
had we known our special place had always been inside us
then our hearts would have felt charmed for light to guide us
my playmate and i
my reflection and me
friends bereft of ending
building castles by the sea
quietly reflective
blessed
protected
and free
my playmate and i
my reflection and me
my playmate and i
my reflection and me
my playmate and i
my reflection and me
.
my playmate and i
my reflection and me
my playmate and i
my reflection and me
my reflection and me
my reflection and me
my reflection and me
my playmate and i
my reflection and me
my reflection and me
my reflection and me
.
my playmate and i
my reflection and me
friends bereft of ending
building castles by the sea
quietly reflective
protected
blessed and free
my playmate and i
my reflection and me
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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