A Journey

Dear Friends,

I recently received a gift, a marvelous gift, from a friend. He was able to extract many of my old poems, short stories and even the skeleton of a novel I started writing when I was 19, from an old derelict hard drive I had been keeping beside me since 2006.

The aim of this discovery is to finally publish a collection of my favourite works, in order to "publish or perish" as they say.

This is an example of the lost words I had been keeping in a digital box for such a long time, and it feels as relevant now as it was then. So I hope you enjoy it.

Love as always,
Lady Astor

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Win or lose,

Fight or perish...

As this we count the hours

Which die and take us with them.

Where we are heading

We know not,

But wander in the semi-consciousness

Of our reality.

What you believed in

Has now changed

And so you built bridges

In your aim to understand.

But divine certainty

Cannot be understood by man.

So you thought you’d educate yourself

By the means of a journey,

Only you did not know

Which way you’d travel to.

You were guided by the stars,

The sun and moon,

And to a fortunate place you arrived

But to stay...

Oh, no, you were not allowed.

It was an old scattered picture,

A memory from your childhood,

When you didn’t care for time,

When the mirror you feared not,

When the world surrounding to your self belonged.

With sorrow you were due to part,

We need to evolve,

Not to rest in pleasant times.

You knew the journey was hard,

Incoherent faded figures

Came across in thunderlike speed,

It didn’t matter,

We have to overcome our fears.

Then to a sordid,

Deserted landscape you arrived,

Cool as the Arctic it was,

But wisdom and knowledge you were promised

And you got tempted by that.

Oh, it was very much lonesome,

Existence in such icy grounds,

Deprived of any companions

Was obsolete the understanding you’d found.

Your days were, we could say,

Cemetery like,

And you decided in that place

Your journey would not end.

Again you were not aware

Which way would be best to take.

This time the road wasn’t wide

And walking through it was hard,

And so were your heart and soul

The guides for your steps to come.

And finally, when you were beaten by tiredness

And your legs refused to hold you,

Yet you looked above and beheld eternity

With colours that blinded your senses.

Your soul jumped to the sky

And you landed on the ground,

Where you held the hand of love

Which felt like fire.

And though the journey wasn’t over yet,

Floating you found a new way.

You will walk from the first step,

A way that is every way,

A way that by souls is paved.

Barcelona, March 15th, 2006.

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