suns h i n e [28/5/10]

Press play, let the music take you away

The weather was surprisingly warm this day, and I could feel the sunshines graces glitter and dance on the edge of the lapping water. I had awoken at the pond, greeted by its gentle song. It was a quiet morning, I could hear the odd cry of a fawn as they danced and skipped in the undergrowth, and the constant flutter of dragonflies. It's funny how things you see in this present world make your memories flood back. I thought of my friends I had not seen in a while; Kinasha, Scape, Cirrus, Poltergeist, Corvus. Oh! There were so many I could name, but I'd rather progress with this day, there is plenty o' time to reflect.

I was stirred from my thoughts as I heard the gentle footsteps of a deer approaching, all the forest sounds swirling and coming to still in his beating footsteps. It was Darcy. I could not recall the last time I had seen the delightful fellow. I slowly raised to my feet, the water dripping off my fur. It was a cooling feeling, as the wind chilled my fur, crisp and refreshed. "My friend...Its good to see you this day" I uttered calmly, as it was quite evident I was still half dozed. To make myself awaken, I began to shift my legs to the beat of the forest, and soon enough we found ourselves dancing peacefully. The sunshine illuminated the waters beneath us, as the ripples reflected on our fur. There was something vague though...a lingering thought and a hint of worry, as I noticed Darcy was not acting quite himself. Perhaps this was how he always acted, and I merely forgot, or maybe he was shocked to see me? I could never be sure and I was not about to stop and ask. I needed no queries. I was free.

I could hear approaching hoofbeats as a scaly pelted deer, and a very small beluga doe came to our side. All these new faces! My my, the forest has changed. We shared our greetings and continued to all dance, sharing stories and laughter. It was then, I heard a rather familiar call and sighted the familiar face. It was Amary. We all danced and jumped and leapt and played under the glinting and shimmering sun rays. I had missed this feeling. "Such a wonderful day, isn't it?".

There was another deer, a skull faced fellow, with a similar skin to Darcy, and large curling antlers. He seemed to distance himself from the joys, despite our attempts to invite him, he decided to lay to himself. A strange character. I could tell however, that some were tiring of the joyful romp, so I split from the group and took a drink, then to have a short rest. I noticed some had left the group, so Darcy and I stood around, resting, whilst Amary sat peaceably. I couldnt help but glance back every now and then, as I could feel a slight chill, coming from behind me. I thought very little of it, and continued to rest. It was then that a small striped doe came from the undergrowth, watching us all rest. I made sure to make her feel welcome as I walked towards her, bowing. "Dear miss! Please do join us." But the doe seemed rather skittish, and she raced off before I could ask again. I resumed my peaceful state, but it was only then I started to think, and sure enough, my mind kept racing back to me. I could recall moments...in someones life. Was it mine? And who was this candle antlered deer I kept thinking back too? I didnt recall him before...

And why was I suddenly thinking of that tree by the pond, and why was that spot even important to me? It was all so blurry, so I decided to depart from the group and investigate it.

I walked under the large willow tree and glanced up, its long, leafy tendrils gently swaying, and the occasional leaf floating down to the ground below me. As I stared at the tree, I could hear a slight chatter. Was that my voice? It cannot have been. I don't remember being here. Rather distraught by the bizarre memories, I walked to a lovely sunny spot above the pond to catch my breath. I watched below me as the gentle pond glittered and bubbled; the koi peacefully swimming. I had always wondered what lie beneath its surface...what strange mysteries lay beneath its waters. It seemed like such a joyful place, no scent of death. Others didn't think so...and I often wondered why, why they hated the pond. Soon enough, Darcy found his way back, and sat beside me, watching the gentle forest beat with life. Others came too! The small orca pelted doe sat beside Darcy, and the Scaly deer well hidden under the willows tendrils. We sat there, lost in the moment, lost in the peace that surrounded us. And then I thought about love.

It was a strong force, that compelled all, and sure enough, from the corner of my eye I witnessed it. A large, white antlered stag and a doe with the matching pelt were happily playing and nuzzling. I smiled quietly to myself, I had only been here for such a small among of time, and yet, I felt I understood the concept. As we continued to sit above the pond, from the undergrowth I could hear a rushed hoofbeat. It grew closer and louder and before I could react, a large, white antlered, skull faced, butterfly pelted stag leapt and jumped right in front of Darcy. I gave a slight shriek and flew to my feet. The small orca doe ran off, and the scaled deer soon after. Darcy began to walk off, and I followed, but the skull faced deer followed us both. He pawed at the ground and gestured angrily, and I could tell Darcy was afraid, as he walked behind me. We both stood our ground and pawed and gestured in turn, and sure enough, the enraged deer walked off. We both laughed and our victory, and danced for a moment when the scaly deer returned.

It was then that I heard a distraught cry of a young doe, and turned to find the young couple had parted. She lowered her head and continued to bellow where her friend had left her. Such a strong bond...I offered my nuzzles of comfort but she shook her head stubbornly and continued to roar out for her mate. "Oh, my child, do not cry. For a day only lasts as long as the night. He will come again..."

I left my words there and walked off, and our small little group parted ways. I kept thinking to myself, what those memories meant. And why did I suddenly recognise those deer that where pelted with white, and those with the large curly antlers? Why was it that those deer with pelts resembling the red deer mean so much to me? And the candles? What did it all mean. That tree...
I sighed with contempt and continued to walk through the trees, observing the calm aura it presented.

And then I came to your spot...where we often sat, and talked.
And I wondered where you had gone too...