lost memories in dreams(thoughts for the legends of electra)

to examine a pilgrimage’s direction:

If a vampire is undead how could he stand for healing? 

that he stopped to see the dove in the heart of winter’s bitterness ….

as I focus on the dna containing the leftovers of our ancestral pitfalls 

I look at guilt and trauma and the manners of how the individuals learned to adapt or not —and survive as best they knew how 

but structuring a pattern that would be forced to repeat 

because the wheels and impetus never stopped to reflect upon why

suppose we may wonder 

when was the original sin…. ? which side of the gene pool —or both? was that why they are drawn together…. Manny and his trapeze artist  

and what is that reflex in me to grab my things and take flight —like a wild Gypsy on the run 

I suspect it goes further back than when those two knew each other in Warsaw 

And what does this have to do with a Viking and a Dove ….have you paid attention? 

she would watch into the distance towards where the cliff’s sharp edge stopped to drop out into the sea past the blinding rocks

the was a narrow hidden pass in the thick density of the woodsy forest 

since a child it was a secret place to go and where she first saw him. the boy from past the fork. past the fork was forbidden. he wore their colors, and she always remembered how well they matched his eyes. when they were older they handfasted 

before she got onto that boat with the man with the vampire eyes, there was a world she had and left behind

while vague, they tell me I must complete the journey back ….to find the circle home 

whether bitter or sweet, the Opera stands for that journey