To comfort me, my talented friend of singing words ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jan_u_wine linked me to this verse from Omar Khayyam:
And fear not lest Existence closing your
Account, and mine, should lose, or know the like no more;
The Eternal Saki from the Bowl has pour'd
Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.
I did not take her name name from this verse naming Khayyim's cupbearer from The Rubiyat, and was not familiar with this verse. My Saki's name comes from the Japanese name Murasaki, the first name of the writer of The Tale of Genji. The name means "lavender" which is close to lilac, because I thought Saki was a lilac-point mix siamese, until![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
delux_vivens convinced me Saki was a torti-point siamese, like her dear Nutmeg, a variety I was not aware of. I dream my friends Saki and Delux are finding comfort in each other--I hope Nutmeg doesn't mind.
jan_u_wine followed this verse with a poem it inspired from her pen/keyboard in honor of my Saki and to soothe my heart:
A POURING
A slender moon
rides lemon-low
upon the dark brow
of the sky;
the fierce diamond
of Venus, breath-close,
morse-coding
her companionable
love.
Flame-burdened
leaves
bid scudding farewells
to the trees that of late
embraced them,
the lake-frog's
unaccountable bass
falls to silence within
a veiling of cotton'd cat-tails.
The turtles have hidden
the treasure-boxes
of themselves
inside chocolate
mud.
It is fall.
I walk here,
remembering you,
one of a million bubbles
that have poured
(that will pour!).
See,
the thing is:
you
were my bubble,
the iridescent multi-colored
dream
of my life,
the four-footed
bringer of things
I can not name,
things
that only the song
of you,
beside me,
might summon.
Float away,
now,
my friend,
gently.
I will hear your voice,
still,
and feel your touch.
Like cradling arms,
the bubble of you
surrounds me.
Eternal Saki,
pour.
My bubble.
The iridescent multi-colored dream of my life.
The four-footed bringer of things I cannot name.
Things that only the song of you beside me might summon.
I will hear your voice still, and feel your touch.
Like cradling arms, the bubble of you surrounds me. Eternal Saki.
Thank you so much for this song, Jan. It hurts so much, and your beautiful gift brings comfort.
Do not miss Jan-u-wine's beautiful Tolkien inspired book here. It's a beautiful book.
jan_u_wine linked me to this verse from Omar Khayyam:And fear not lest Existence closing your
Account, and mine, should lose, or know the like no more;
The Eternal Saki from the Bowl has pour'd
Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.
I did not take her name name from this verse naming Khayyim's cupbearer from The Rubiyat, and was not familiar with this verse. My Saki's name comes from the Japanese name Murasaki, the first name of the writer of The Tale of Genji. The name means "lavender" which is close to lilac, because I thought Saki was a lilac-point mix siamese, until
delux_vivens convinced me Saki was a torti-point siamese, like her dear Nutmeg, a variety I was not aware of. I dream my friends Saki and Delux are finding comfort in each other--I hope Nutmeg doesn't mind.
jan_u_wine followed this verse with a poem it inspired from her pen/keyboard in honor of my Saki and to soothe my heart:A POURING
A slender moon
rides lemon-low
upon the dark brow
of the sky;
the fierce diamond
of Venus, breath-close,
morse-coding
her companionable
love.
Flame-burdened
leaves
bid scudding farewells
to the trees that of late
embraced them,
the lake-frog's
unaccountable bass
falls to silence within
a veiling of cotton'd cat-tails.
The turtles have hidden
the treasure-boxes
of themselves
inside chocolate
mud.
It is fall.
I walk here,
remembering you,
one of a million bubbles
that have poured
(that will pour!).
See,
the thing is:
you
were my bubble,
the iridescent multi-colored
dream
of my life,
the four-footed
bringer of things
I can not name,
things
that only the song
of you,
beside me,
might summon.
Float away,
now,
my friend,
gently.
I will hear your voice,
still,
and feel your touch.
Like cradling arms,
the bubble of you
surrounds me.
Eternal Saki,
pour.
My bubble.
The iridescent multi-colored dream of my life.
The four-footed bringer of things I cannot name.
Things that only the song of you beside me might summon.
I will hear your voice still, and feel your touch.
Like cradling arms, the bubble of you surrounds me. Eternal Saki.
Thank you so much for this song, Jan. It hurts so much, and your beautiful gift brings comfort.
Do not miss Jan-u-wine's beautiful Tolkien inspired book here. It's a beautiful book.
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Moo and Tuxie are loves and a comfort, but they just don't have the presence Saki had and it's so quiet here. I hope Spice, Ginger, Blue, Angus, Tripper, and Mongo are well and giving you comfort.