Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Brantome, the abbey, three rivers, and a dream -

by now,
it feels like a dream.

i dreamt there was a place where two rivers became one . . .


a town where red was the only rule . . .


where an ancient limestone abbey,
carved into the very cliffs,
ruled over everything . . .


it was called "brantome",
and we were there . . .


the local market was full of color,
full of life,
full of foie gras!


a group of "angels" had made their return to the ground,
one step at a time . . .


we wandered through arches, and lit candles for loved ones . . .


even though there were wrestlers at the gate,


there were still saints inside.


in the end,
the bridges were the only way to leave the dream,
the only way to find . . .


each other . . .


and the way home . . .


though i woke,
knowing somehow,
we would be back.

soon.

4 comments:

gailgilbert.com said...

I finally logged on your blog -- what an enjoyable ride!

Iheartfashion said...

Mmmmm....foie gras

editor said...

at 16 i was north of there in the loire valley. i didn't appreciate it. brat.
i think i'm ready to go back.

Gretta said...

Little car in front of the window! Favorite photo!

P.S. - your shoes are awesome.