How many years has it been since I learned Rena had married a Commodore and was living in England. Was it six years ago? Hence, she moved back to the states after she became a widow, and married again. For this reason she says our contact can not be “an affair of the heart”. For this reason I have been dancing around this song by Enya that I meditated to with an image of a young man looking out to sea – on the East Coast.

“Where are you this moment?”

When I was sixteen I was famous for my paintings of a young men by the sea. He is searching for ‘The One’. Rena begins her letter to me with “I am here.” This tells me she has read my posts about this song.

Chivalry is based upon ‘The Un-Attainable Love’. Must I be forever chivalrous like Sir Lancelot, who becomes a Hermit after his brief affaire of the heart with Guenevere? Rena and were only together for forty or fifty days, but, what is it that has kept us so far apart, but, only a heart-beat away? The only reasonable answer, is, Rena Victoria was destined to be my Muse, who are depicted as angels in art. When I read Rena’spoem, she was suddenly – here! I will get her permission before I publish it.

Here is a poem by James Reeves that Rena compares the sea around the Isle of Wight. What is so profound about her writing out this poem, is her hand writing. Rena does not use longhand. She prints out each letter, and is extremely neat. Rena told me she got straight As in school. I can’t begin to describe what it feels like, and what it means to me, to behold the ink that flow from her pen. I have kissed these pieces of paper. I have put my lips to these letters that march across the horizon of my soul. For this is what I wanted all along. This is what I searched for since I was a young artist and poet. Here is my Compatriot Heart…….Here is my Companion of the Quest!

Jon Gregory Presco

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2013/08/27/in-the-museum/

Sea Horse

The dark horse
is in the ocean
Grey-silver manes
around the sun.
The hollow horn of the eye
plays chords out to sea
which sets adrift my father’s boat
of wood and colored scales
to catch the blue fish of the mind
The setting sun
like a golden ring
he places upon one hand
and brings home his days catch
crystal colors upon the sand
Jon Presco
Copyright 2013

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2013/07/28/clearing-away-the-mists-of-avalon/

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2013/08/14/by-a-beautiful-waterfall-with-the-young-woman-i-love/

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2013/08/08/kissing-a-daughter-of-ares/

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2013/07/22/my-muse-irene-victoria/

In Enya’s song ‘Be Where You Are’ – that was perhaps Kathleen’s favorite – we find Courtly Love, and the unattainable. How we deal with our great losses and separations, is to send Orpheus into the underworld to look for his beloved. Our hero promises he will not turn to behold his very beautiful wife, until he reaches the surface, but, can’t resist. Orpheus beholds her beautiful face, and she slips back into the void. Here is the birth of the Museum and the idea of immortality coming to dwell with mortals. All we need is a glimpse.

“If I Could Be Where You Are”
Lyrics written by Roma Ryan
—
Where are you this moment
Only in my dreams
You’re missing, but you’re always
a heartbeat from me.

I’m lost now without you.
I don’t know where you are.
I keep watching,
I keep hoping,
but time keeps us apart.

[chorus]
Is there a way I can find you?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I could follow,
to bring you back home?

Winter lies before me,
Now you’re so far away
In the darkness of my dreaming
The light of you will stay

If I could be close beside you,
If I could be where you are,
If I could reach out and touch you,
And bring you back home.

[chorus]
Is there a way I can find you?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I could follow,
to bring you back home?

To me…