Dear Fellow Distinguished Sirs
Of the British Trading Company:
23rd, December 1827
I am with duty bound to thee to supply
of adventures
within of my time spent here within palace walls
as well
as the land of Gomatak and to others
areas of my travails.
I have recently seen and experienced first
of hand the plunder of that
of my heart.
It seems that one of our own
kidnapped of my heart with selfless manner
of ways.
One woman such as I, should not be held in
total account, other
than being a woman of heart.
It seems from out of nowhere this
piratical pirate named Sayer, a true gentleman
from distance, great of mind with untapped passions
drifting through his being,
taunted
of my mind in such innocent ways.
Somehow, in his due course of time,
he planned to seek of me, the poetic lady
of sonnet.
His ship made way to, my destine to
that of my
present revelry here in the land
of Gomatak, India.
Shocked was I, when word came to me
within the royal palace compound.
That he had
docked his ship within mere distance of my current
supplication
of province.
I had not intent of ministrations of my heart,
at such time.
I was far removed from knowledge that
one such as he shall contrive to ply the
strings of pearls that
run across this heart of mine.
As thou with desire to touch of the pearls
that lie within wait in that of me.
I feel that I contrived of relevant
friendship
at the very least. I shall share with you,
that in due regard, I fear that,
this heart of mine shall be
raptured within the realms of sincerest amour.
I know not what steps to take other than of self
to be supplicant within the bounds
of his desirous needs. Oh, I do so fear
that with time he has
over powered me to feel of such passions
calling that
swirl like a cloud of gulls. Breathless and heated
I have felt within the tormented
moments of my body
being relegated to reach levels
of lust and
desire for that of he.
His ship was within bounds of harbor for a week.
Then it appeared duty
called of him to return,
back to his native area of sea. My mind adrift, with
dream like thoughts powered from
experiential experience
of time with him, drew me into hiding.
Parting of words,
seek reunion with that of he, in future
course of time.
I feel not far from that of he, in my alone moments.
I know that distance does
not relegate of matters of the
heart, you see.
I think with some unknown feeling of
intuitiveness, that with passing of the moons, a mutual
commune of souls shall be the bridge
between our souls.
A day shall arrive unexpected I dream
where at nightfall
my head shall lie in rest,
upon that strong shoulder of he.
I was with post haste to scribe of feelings of the
heart that lead, to that of me journey bound to other
areas of knowledge here in India.
I have explored cultures of various
groups of people;
I shall share that, they are quite wondrous
in such spiritual ways. A multitude
live within ranks
and as well, live with great ease of
detachment from warring
against each other’s beliefs. As well,
I have developed
a kindred friendship with one of the monks that
is resident within one of the temples here.
We have
developed an outstanding friendship that
is very ceremonial
in principle with my garner of knowledge
that hence forth, ply’s
of my mind with the daily ministrations mind felt.
A gift, of such wondrous knowledge from
this holy man indeed.
I shall ever be indebted to the passionate
kindness of, kindred
spirit that he instills within the bounds of life.
Within, myself I feel greatly, indebted to
this man for his precious time spent with
much instruction
over due course of time, teaching me
much of the Vedic
history.
I shall with sincerest intent, extol to be
communicative of adventure
here upon this shore of wonderous land,
environ of richness a plenty of souls
that capture the essence of such fullness of life.
Preciousness, heartfelt within my currency
bounds of each passing day and the
movement of time forward.
With haste I have need to make way
to that of the shah, to read verses and share
with delight, my adventures each passing of day.
Until time appropriates languid moments
with great solitude, I shall
close for now of post, with haste to voyage
this across the seas.
With the warmest of my best regards,
Mademoiselle d’ Abanville
To the piratical pirate, far away from land,
know that in return, I shall play a melodic
harmony, with the strings of your heart
within bounds of time drifting nearest.
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