Midsummer

"When we dream alone it’s just a dream. When we dream together it’s the beginning of reality” 
Brazilian Saying

In this night, it is said, the world of men and that of the faeries meet, and dreams mingle with reality. It is the night to weave enchantments, the night in which emotions become solid, and material things fade as illusions in the light of day. It was in this night that I hoped to weave the most important enchantment of all, but I failed. Magic needs a determined will, and the kind of spell I wanted to make required not only my will, but the one of someone else. She backed in distrust, and the night is passing, minutes and hours, speeding towards the fast-coming dawn.

Alone in my home, I’m playing the blue guitar we bought together, and it sings sweetly and sadly as faeries bidding farewell to their time. Has my faith gone, fading as faerie lights at the end of Midsummer

I guess I have grown too far to lose my faith so easily. Emotions still flow through my veins carrying hope and liveliness for the next day. As long as I’m true to myself, I’ll have no fear of the future.

For love, let it be known, is neither good nor bad, but just a tool to our souls to achieve joy. It is dangerous, like all powerful tools, and it can be used both for great good and bitter evil. The choice is up to us. Danger brings fear, and fear brings failure: love is a flame that can both warm and burn the unwary. Love requires faith, skill, self-confidence, will and strength. It’s perhaps the most difficult tool of all to use, yet the more yielding.

And so I’ll blow over the flame that she has lit in my heart, to keep it bright and alive. And I will make it dance, and light the world around to show me the way, and guide her too, if she will follow. And I will offer my flame to her again and again, until she will make up her mind, and make her choice, regardless of the outcome. This because I know what love can make, and I don’t fear what love may take. I know the risk, but I guess the prize. I’ll have no fear, because fear is a defeat in the beginning. Until concern and distrust will exist, the flame of love will be marred without hope. The only way to love is to let it go, surrender to emotion and make a dive into the unknown. It’s not for all, I understand, but I believe it is for me, and that’s why it may be so.

Then I’ll keep playing my guitar, and hope my faerie songs may bring happy dreams to her, in this night of magic. One day, maybe, we will finally weave that spell together. Without that hope, I would have to renounce love, and throw away the wings that let my soul fly. I will never do it. 

I’m no stranger to this place 
Where real life and dream collide 
And even though I fall from grace 
I will keep the dream alive 
I will keep the dream… alive