let the music play

For Mondae.


We started dancing and love put us into a groove
As soon as we started to move
The music played while our bodies displayed through the dance
Then love picked us up for romance
I thought it was clear
The plan was we would share this feeling just between ourselves
But when the music changed the plan was rearranged
He went to dance with someone else
We started dancing and love put us into our groove
But now he's with somebody new
What does love want me to do
Love said..

Chorus:
Let the music play, he won't get away
Just keep the groove and then he'll come back to you again
Let it play
Let the music play, he won't get away
This groove he can't ignore, he won't leave you anymore

He tried pretending our dance is just a dance but I see
He's dancing his way back to me
Yes he discovered we are truly lovers
Magic from the very start
Cause love just can't we prove
And anytime we move
And even though we danced apart
So we started dancing and love put us into our groove
As soon as we started to move, as soon as we started to move
Love said..

Chorus

He tried pretending our dance is just a dance but I see
He's dancing his way back to me, he's dancing his way back to me
Love said..

Chorus

a dream:

Last night, the Baron came to me again. I was walking down the same path, past the cemetary. One eye on the sidewalk in front of me, one eye on the graves to my left (I still don't entirely trust them, you know).

I heard his footsteps behind me, but didn't turn to look. Instead, I waited for him to make his presence known. Which he did, by clearing his throat quite loudly and theatrically.

Smiling, I turned my face to him. "Baron," I said. "It's been some time since you walked with me."

He frowned a bit, which put my mind at unease. It's not often to see his shining face in such a disarray. "Girl," he began gently. "Put your scrying mirror back up on the wall. I can't see you when you sleep and it makes the Gede nervous."

I reached down and pulled a button from my coat, then set it in his hand. It lay there black, round, and shiny. Like a weasel's eye. He looked at it, then leaned down and kissed my forehead. Then he tipped the brim of his tophat with two long fingers.

"You are a good girl, chere."

I'd almost forgotten...

Another dream which I had. Not last night, but a few nights ago.

I was the proud owner of a number of very large scorpians. They appeared to be of the Emperor variety, though I was never positively sure of this. All I knew was that they were black and huge. I kept them in various terriariums throughout my apartment and fed them ants.

I picked up a jar of ants, to feed the largest of the scorpians. But, didn't notice that the lid had already been twisted off. Ants began to crawl out and spread themselves about my hands and fingers.

I watched them with a keen eye, as they went about their business of inspecting my skin and nails. Traveling to and fro, waving bitty ant signals to each other.

Looking down, I spied the lid to the ant jar on the floor. It was seething in ants. My scorpians beat their pinchers against the walls of their homes, desperate to be let in on the action.

hmmmm.

An observation.

For some untold reason, my fingers have been taking on a life of their own as I type. I'll be thinking of the next word, but these independant bitches decide that instead of typing "jar", I need to type "chair".

I would also appear to be misspelling words that I know I can damn well spell.

This is most distressing and I would like to know the cause of it.