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Portrait in Twilight: The Butterfly

Dream Deep · 2006-05-03T17:04:55Z

Portrait in Twilight: The Butterfly - An Exercise in Surreality: 23 April, 2006 ...:Inspired by Genesis' 'Harlequin' :... ... The God spoke to the butterfly from his golden bridge on the World Edge, calling down to it through the sky. The butterfly heard His voice as it swam in the light of the sunset over the ocean, and soared abruptly upwards, up, up, out of the gentle, silvery splashing of the sea, up into the clouds. I’m here , it called out to Him in the purple-gold brilliance. I’m here . They watched together, the butterfly and the God, as the light slowly slipped down behind His palace at the very end of the world, high up in the slowly darkening clouds. Last slivers of light peeked up over the horizon, throwing themselves like darting, golden birds against the surreal, domed beauty of Heaven. The God looked at the butterfly and smiled as the moon sneaked up in a shrouded pale gleam. I didn’t know colors like that existed , the butterfly told Him. From far below, the sea swished and swirled against itself, singing expressly to Him and the butterfly, a whispering symphony conducted by the moon. The Aeorinthyne Sea, the sea of all the world, it was, and the only thing it cared to sing for was the God. Tonight though, because the God had asked, it sang for the butterfly instead, the little fluorescent bit of sky that billowed its wings gently in time to the music. Do you like it ? the waves swish-swirled up to their butterfly. We really hope you like it . The butterfly did. He flew down from the golden bridge and skimmed just over the waves’ tossing heads, throwing little bits of its light down to them so that they would have something to play with when they were done making music. Thank you , they called up to the little, happy butterfly as it zipped up to the misty ethereality of the clouds. Thank you , they called up to the God, because after all there wouldn’t even be a butterfly without Him. There were moon shadows on the golden bridge at the World Edge when the butterfly got back, and the God was looking down into the pitching, rocking waves, thinking. What is it ? the butterfly asked, making a little loop in the air, still thrilled because of the very special music that was just for it. The waves echoed it, and so did the moon, echoing, echoing amongst the subtle, surreal, domed beauty of Heaven and the World Edge. Is something wrong ? He was still looking down into the waves of the Aeorinthyne Sea as they chimed up to him, What is it? What is it ? “I’ve made a world of Sea,” He said to the butterfly. “And though the Sea is a beautiful thing to have made, it needs more.” The butterfly wondered what it could be, letting his wings billow slightly in the fresh breeze that the night sent to them. More butterflies ? it asked finally, in all seriousness, watching intently the little periwinkle shapes his wings made on the golden bridge in the moonlight. “What good are more butterflies when the World has you?” the God asked it, leaning on the railing and smiling a bit, even though the butterfly couldn’t see what was funny. It looked intently at the God, along with the waves, the moon and the night and it pondered. More fish? the Sea whispered breathlessly up at Him. Maybe ? “No.” The God leaned on the bridge railing at the edge of the World and stared down, down into the darkness of the waves. Angels ? asked the moon, because the God had already told them of His plans. The moon had since been waiting with fierce impatience to see the anticipated angels. “Not yet. It’s too soon for angels.” Animals other than fish ? the Sea asked, dredging for a suggestion worthy of His approval, because although he was a kind God, they all wanted to please Him. The God heard it and a moment later laughed, and the waves whispered excitedly amongst themselves. “My dear waves,” he called down to them, leaning over the rail. “How am I to make animals that walk on water?” The waves found that they didn’t know, though they could tell that He already had an answer. It seemed like a very simple question, but they pondered amongst themselves and they remained puzzled. The butterfly couldn’t think of the answer either, so it just hovered in the breeze at His shoulder and waited for Him to answer the question for them all. The God opened the rippling curtain at the end of the bridge and went down through it into Heaven. He took the great jeweled spear that leaned upright against His throne and came back out again to the World Edge with one step, for the steps of the God are long and the butterfly trailed faithfully behind him the whole way. Land ? the moon asked finally, staring at the polished wood and the silver hand-grip, where the engraving was nearly worn away. The God smiled at it and suddenly He wasn’t on the bridge anymore, He was in, on and amongst cloud, with the little transparent purple butterfly right there beside Him. He thrust down through the clouds into the Sea with His spear and the wind flew up and around the shaft bringing waves with it, throwing the God’s hair out around His shoulders and sending the butterfly in a little loop from its force. The Sea gazed in awe as the shining, wet tip of the spear went up, up, and all of the little droplets fell down, down into the Sea. The wind blew them far across the Aeorinthyne, the Sea of the World, and as they fell, the little droplets became land, masses of green glory in a swishing, swirling bed of blue just as the sun rose again and marked the arrival of the second day of the butterfly’s life and the lives of all the rest of them. Man and vegetation followed the little crystalline droplets into the Sea, man evolved and marked out continents and eventually forgot about the God. They made war against each other, holy wars and wars for land and food and space, and never once did they look up, up, and actually see the golden bridge in the sky, and the God that held council with His angels at the very edge of the world. Man made chemical wars after that, made weaponry that could kill instantly and burn entire cities to cinder. Famine and Plague ran wild in the streets of the cities, and the Death followed in their wake, tormenting man with delight. The God saw it all but did not intervene, for though he was a loving God, the Death also had a right to the world. The Sea that He had created was explored, marked, charted, polluted and fished. Man made music, loud and dissonant in the blaring of horns and the shouting, screaming, clanking, whistling, ringing of everyday life, until none cared to hear the Sea’s songs anymore, even at night, while the moon conducted its symphonies for the pleasure of the angels. The God saw all of it, millions of years later, and He saw that some of it was good, as He stood alone in the shadow of His hall in gold-domed, invisible Heaven. He sank down, tired, into His throne, and took a deep breath, listening for the Sea’s song. And even though most men forgot about Him, never knew the butterfly and never once heard the Sea sing, the animals and the tides still knew, and He still watched over the World’s people from His bridge, and kept them all safe. It came at night, a forgotten butterfly dancing along on the edge of the dawn and the light, its iridescent purple wings fluttering like shards of transparent glass amongst the crystal, thin-veined leaves. Turquoise light shone through the stained glass wings, over-lapping to dark blue, casting itself into spangled patterns on the darkening trees. The sun went down slowly, giving the butterfly jewels of light with which to adorn its wings, as the butterfly flew up, up out of the darkening glade and into the clouds above. I’m here , it called up, into the sky at the very edge of the world. I’m coming . So it was. And so it had been, since the beginning of time.

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Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:17 am

Dream Deep says... · Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:17 am

I'm in your debt, Rieda - thank you so much for the wonderful feedback. This thread's been dormant a long time and it was nice to hear a new opinion.

I appreciate it greatly. ^_^

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Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:57 am

beyond.the.horizon says... · Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:57 am

That was beautiful! Nice imagery. I got this pleasantly tingly feeling while reading it, and everything was all glittery in my head while reading it. You did a great job of pulling magic into the story of creation.

Kudos!

-:- stay drunk on dreams so that reality cannot destroy you -:-

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Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:58 am

Dream Deep says... · Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:58 am

Merci beaucoup. ^_^

A pleasure, of course - I'm glad you enjoyed it, Horizon.

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