This is a collaboration with the amazing wordsmith, writer and poet

https://themythofprometheus.wordpress.com

and it is Nathan who is the author behind this blog.

Nathan is a good friend from across the ocean and he is a lovely soul with a warm heart.

He write poems and short stories and even few lines. His few lines are so powerful and with so much meaning so I become speechless.

His poems is so heart touching with vividly imagery so my mind spinning around and just won’t leave the world Nathan create.

His short stories is like a colorful rainbow. You want to be among his beautiful words and pictures and the taste of glory and love and sorrow and pain.

You always captivated me with your words.

You always mesmerize me with your words.

you always make me catch a feeling.

My dark soul and my dark heart will always twisted me in his pure red heart and shiny soul.

He want to create a world for everyone to enjoy and Nathan, your mission is complete.

Give him a follow and your love and be enchanted by his words.

You are a big star in my eyes and I am always looking forward to your words. I am so grateful to you❤️yes, I give you a little heart with so much meaning because I can’t thank you enough.

You will set the world on fire…

I feel honored and humbled to write this poem with you. You was such a delight to work with, thank you.

My art of interpretation to the poem.

-The fallen winter rose-

Let us go, then, back:

to summer,

where long looks languid lie in

the 8:34 sunset breeze 

necks stretched back to catch a corner of

the sky

hearts on fire

the silent retreats

(every time our eyes meet, the long looks of

diamond and pearl and saffron

and jade surrender themselves and sink

into an ocean of tendernesses):

A seed, a little piece of something more

–

a heaven, a haven, a refuge for restless

thoughts that

don`t let the memory fade though the

night-time disappears like 

last drops of an angel’s tears shaken from

the end of a juniper bough,

the spark of a new dawn, a raid on the

inarticulate, a salve 

for the murmurings of a broken heart.

Let us, then, go back,

tilbake til den endelige sangen,

siste dansen

til jorden, svidd, i ild fra en gnist innenfra

til brenningen, kloringen, krypingen

(lost, not forgotten, a fleeting emotion, a

ghost, hunting

a spirit of unconsecrated yearning railing

against 

the knowing and the unknowing and the

wall between your cell

and mine).

Let us go back to the rose petal 

black

frozen 

falling

from the spaces between lion and

the dove,

a touch of sorrow, an open wound 

undressed, a starless night, a cloud

on the face of the sapphire moonlight –

a path, a melody, the strange sadness 

that runs slowly through your veins

every August 24th

(congealing memory and condensing solace

into the

back alley cornerstone of an age that

never 

was ours to begin with),

men, husk meg som pusten som blåste ut

lyset og tente de mørkeste tankene dine

med et kyss fra en fallende vinter rose.

-Orkidedatter & Nathan https://themythofprometheus.wordpress.com