I yearn for a place where the sky never ends
Where golden-green hills roll out over the horizon
Where bird calls fill the air and trees scatter the plains
A place I can call home.
I ache for the days full of people and noises
Where artificial stars fill the night sky
Where someone is always awake and never far away
A place I can call home.
I crave the taste of salt on my tongue
Where blue meets blue along the skyline
Where I can hear and feel the crashes of waves against the sand
A place I can call home.
I itch for rough sheets and stiff muscles from the road
Where each night I find myself staying somewhere new
Where each day is an adventure, no end in sight
A place I can call home.
I long for the days when rain patters against the window
Where I can fall asleep to the lullaby of thunder and lightning
Where I wake up to the sun shining warm on my skin
A place I can call home.
I pine for somewhere far away from everything I know
Where wildflowers grow loved and free as they wish
Where I might find a fairy ring or gold at the end of the rainbow
A place I can call home.
I fantasize about soft voices welcoming me in
Where warm embraces ease my sorrows and my pain
Where gentle touches ground me and hold me together tightly
A place where
no matter where I am
I can say
"Hello,
I'm home."
Morgaine Lee Writes
Everyone has a story to tell. Here are mine.
Friday, April 30, 2021
Home?
Monday, April 5, 2021
Memento Mori?
Quinque vitae. Memento mori.
A warrior. A teacher. A protector.
A doubter who abandoned. Wandering aimlessly.
A friend. A guardian. A failure.
A love so strong it only destroyed. Ripped apart.
Quattor vitam. Memento mori.
A daughter. A niece. A sister.
A student who left to learn the Old Ways. Crippling rage.
A mother. A lover. A bitter priestess.
A creature both more and less than human. Goddess of a grey people.
Tribus animabus. Memento mori.
A servant. A poor boy. A shadow.
A man of few words. Kept out of sight.
A friend. A mentor. A watcher.
A whisper on the sidelines. Barely noticed.
Duae vitae. Memento mori.
A myth. A fairytale. A story.
A secret hidden in the forest. Rings of toadstools.
A collector. A speck. A petty thing.
A tale forgotten over time. Insignificant creatures.
Unum anima. Memento mori.
A child. A collection. A meeting point.
A mixture of everything past. Crushed under the weight.
A chance. A restart. A new beginning.
A host of old souls. Both stronger and weaker for it.
Nulla vitae.
Memento mori?
Mors memor sit tui.Finis?
Originally written 13/11/20.
Thursday, September 19, 2019
Wishful Thinking
To want you always near?
Is it so horrible to want,
To wish you were always here?
Maybe I'm dreaming,
Maybe I've finally gone crazy,
But when I can't hear your voice
My train of thought goes hazy,
And I can't think straight
Without you near me,
Just stay close
And stay here with me.
I can't think straight without you,
Maybe that's unhealthy or sad,
But when you're by my side,
There's so much more to be had.
I could learn to live without you,
Without your voice or your touch,
But the fact is I don't want to live without you,
Maybe I just love you too much.
Monday, September 9, 2019
Ltc. John Laurens & Mg. Alexander Hamilton - Their Relationship as Interpreted by a Queer Youth
It has always been a mission of mine, to see things below the surface, but in some cases, you do not need to look far below the surface of something to see its true nature, you just need to keep an open mind. Here I shall aim to open your mind to the possibilities.
In this post, I shall be revisiting my passion for Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens and Major General Alexander Hamilton, two men who faced the American Revolution with a lust for victory. These two men were almost certainly in a romantic relationship that while was overlooked during their time (as social courtesies were much different to that of today), become much more apparent while looking at them from a modern view.
The lives of Laurens and Hamilton, since my discovery of them through Lin-Manuel Miranda's 2015 Broadway musical Hamilton: An American Musical, have become special to me and the more I read about them, their lives, their work and their relationships - both with each other and throughout the rest of their lives - the more interested I become and the more invested I become in finding out more about them.
As I am a young Australian I do not have the ability to travel to New York, South Carolina, Valley Forge or any of the other places they stood, fought, and loved, but one day I aspire to write of these two not just as the closest of friends that they definitely were, but as the lovers they were as well. Laurens, especially, and his life and loves are very dear to me for reasons I cannot completely comprehend or ever hope to explain.
This post, in particular, may be short in its content but I still hope to inspire some readers to perhaps read more about these men and their lives.
I will be the first to admit that in the cases of these two men we shall never truly know the truth of the lives these people lived, until time travel is invented and we can talk to them ourselves, but here I aim to give you nothing but the facts - and the facts are unquestionable.
Laurens and Hamilton were best friends who met in General George Washington's camp at the beginning of the revolution. Both had been hired by Gen. Washington as aides-de-camp - Hamilton out of King's College (now Columbia University), and Laurens out of South Carolina.
Laurens was Hamilton's senior by either a few months or not quite three years (Hamilton's birthdate is a topic of discussion), and both were members of General Washington's "family", a close circle of aides-de-camp whom Gen. Washington regarded with high respect and familial affection. The letters between and about the two spoke about their intense friendship, and Hamilton biographer Ron Chernow noted that "More than any friend that Hamilton ever had, Laurens was his peer, and the two were long paired in the fond memories of many who fought in the Revolution."
The letters that Hamilton wrote to Laurens are filled with unbridled affection towards Laurens, almost to the extent of romantic poetry. Laurens left Washington's camp in 1779 to join the camps in South Carolina, Laurens' birth state, with the hopes of creating an all-black battalion to help fight against the British. In April of 1779 (while Laurens was in South Carolina), Hamilton wrote to Laurens:
Cold in my professions, warm in [my] friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it m[ight] be in my power, by action rather than words, [to] convince you that I love you. I shall only tell you that 'till you bade us Adieu, I hardly knew the value you had taught my heart to set upon you. Indeed, my friend, it was not well done. You know the opinion I entertain of mankind, and how much it is my desire to preserve myself free from particular attachments, and to keep my happiness independent on the caprice of others. You sh[ould] not have taken advantage of my sensibility to ste[al] into my affections without my consent. But as you have done it and as we are generally indulgent to those we love, I shall not scruple to pardon the fraud you have committed, on condition that for my sake, if not for your own, you will always continue to merit the partiality, which you have so artfully instilled into [me].
It is this affection that has led many biographers to question the relationship between the two, and this affection that has led many, including myself, to conclude that there was a romantic relationship between the two - or at least, a romantic inclination from Hamilton to Laurens.
Laurens' previous relationship with Francis Kinloch ended in nothing but an emotional disaster for Laurens and left him with trust issues or a fear of such attachment. Laurens' returned letters to Hamilton were more proper than Hamilton's, yet nonetheless, he had the same affection for his friend.
Hamilton no doubt had great affections for his friend that were quite intimate beyond that of friendship and many people commented on the close bond between the two. After Laurens' death, it was noted by many that Hamilton never had such a close relationship with anyone ever again - including that of his wife.
Sources:
Letters
Monday, September 2, 2019
The Name of the Game
What the game has in store for me;
Throw the die and know
What the game will show.
Deal the cards and see
The world's plan for me;
Deal the cards and know
What I play in the world's show.
Spin the wheel and see
Where the spin ends for me;
Spin the wheel and know
How my game will flow.
For that's the name of the game,
Full of fortune and fame;
That's the name of the game
And the game is mine to tame.
Monday, August 26, 2019
Don Thy Armour With Thy Beauty and Grace
That thou hast and holds no fear in showing.
Lift thy chin high and let them see thy face,
Let thy beauty shine through their bravoing.
Some see not armour but I see as such;
See thine face painted and delicate curls
Meticulously placed and organised;
May all bow as they see thine grace unfurl.
I see thy bravery behind thine eyes,
I see a hardened soul behind soft silk.
I see how thou holds thy shoulders hard set
And how thou does not fear those not of your ilk.
Forevermore shall I bow to thine hand
For you are my life and my life is grand.
Thursday, August 22, 2019
Summertime Blues - Beginning Anew (Feli)
Deputy Headmistress
// Written May 2017 for a currently discontinued series.