03.03.08

The Spectre of the Rose

Posted in Uncategorized at 3:07 am by Miracle ♪♫

“I am the scent of the rose that you wore last night at the ball. Every night my spirit will come to dance on your pillow,” claimed the Spectre. The Spectre was the figment of my imagination, a dream, an illusion. But I had already mastered the art of practice so through constant air castling, I made him real and I believed him.

You alone are not guilty of this folly, Lightning. (Hah! Don’t act so surprised. =P) I’m addressing you since I can’t keep you away from this blog anyway… so, there. On with my insecurity! =P This entry sprung from your “fiction” that was nowhere near fictitious, and it brought about memories of Le Spectre de la Rose.It is an expressive and passionate ballet seldom performed, but often consummated in real life through a parallel common blunder: the dreaming and chiselling of a beloved into something he/she is not, which results to awakening under the spell of a dream but with nothing to hold on to.

…and this beautiful spectre dances with you and takes you to unimaginable utopias until both of you have more difficulty abiding on earth than frolicking in the air. Yet, when you awake and reality breaks through, the spectre leaps out of your bedroom window leaving you with only a faint rosy aroma of an image that could only remain an illusion… and we all know how it feels to wake up in the middle of a magnificent dream. We desperately close our eyes again and yearn for the dream to continue, but it never does.

A disaster it is to revere another person as a spectre and wake up with an erring human, but sometimes we overlook the fact that we have also made spectres of ourselves and we are disappointed when we wake up to someone fallible. Then we realize that the reason of our disheartenment is not because another person made a spectre out of us or vice versa, but owing to us shaping a spectre out of ourselves.

…and yet, isn’t it stunning and remarkable how someone acknowledges that we are but filthy rags and still we are constantly forgiven and eternally loved?

May all our spectres take the final leap…
and may we never follow.

The Rosette Nebula
It spans about 100 light-years across,
lies about 5000 light-years away,
and can be seen with a small telescope
towards the constellation of Monoceros.
Credit and Copyright: Robert Gendler

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