If I could fall into the sky

[cyrano]

I am all full of Nur Todly goodness. Contented me. With mouth on fire.

By popular request--birthday ideas, gifts for those lacking in knowledge or inspiration:
My Docs are about to give up the ghost, poor proletariat footwear. (I can't find a size in them tho. q:)
I could use more slacks--I have one pair of nice ones, and they're silk so they're not for every day use.
My Amazon wish list is here and has a metric assload of stuff I've considered wanting.
I think I've dealt with the car issue and should be reporting soon on a successful driving test. Knock wood.

However. The very best gift any of you could give me is a gift I do get, every day. Your love, your support, your hugs, your presence. The past year and a half have really sucked an amazing lot for me, and I do not exaggerate when I say I would not have survived it without the people I've chosen to include in my life.
You are all my favorite present. Happy birthday to me.

Comments

[wilson-lizard.livejournal.com]

Happy Birthday Sweets! *hug* .. and thanks for including me in your life. :)

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

It would be hard to imagine it without you. (:

[technoboggan.livejournal.com]

Happy birthday, my dear dear coyote...

You've been the source of so much goodness in my life, I can't truly begin to detail it out.

I'm very very glad I broke the rules that first day.

"Art thou a witch?"

I hope you don't mind me sharing this... I refound it, just now... dont' know if you still have a copy, but it's one of my favorite fairy tales...

Love you, coyoteboy....

The Witch

When I was a boy, full of the freshness of the world,
I met a girl made of fire and blood;
she let me into the fire, but I could not reach the blood,
And without that to douse the flame, I burned.
She is a witch.
Then, with all the innocence seared from my boyhood,
I buried myself in the cool detached mud which soothes all,
near the stream in a secluded poison glen amidst the quaking aspens
Where I decided to build myself a fortress against more intruders.
She is a witch.
Luckily, noone came for the time it took to build
A tall tower, sturdy buildt from stream stones and cool alder;
And when stones cut me or slivers pierced my hands,
I remembered the one who had come before I could defend myself.
She is a witch.
Then one day she came to my hollow, as if she knew not its purpose,
Singing, "Cash or check, Number Please, May I Help You Sir?"
As she peered up at the blank windows I had foolishly left--
And as I looked out, I caught a glint of silver at her throat.
She is a witch.
I cracked the door, and from as far as I could stand
I asked her if it were so; She agreed, all innocence--
And as I snuck back inside the citadel, she smiled
A smile that stuck to my mind's canvas as I shut the bolts.
She is a witch
That night, she was still there, staring up at the windows
"You fascinate me." she told them, foolishly assuming that I heard;
And I threw back the bolts, opened the door, and peered out
Not realizing that the night is the finest time for a spell.
She is a witch.
Thoughts of her began to creep through the tower,
Smiling like new memory, laughing with echoes of a forgotten stream
And I would peer out the door to see the stream,
She would be there--sitting walking playing gathering laughing
She is a witch.
One night, when the snow feel deeply and drifted
like silent blankets around the battlements,
I met her outside to hear the forest speak;
And in a snow drift soft as a dream, we kissed.
She is a witch.
And I hid inside my stronghold, but it was hard to hide to myself
That something was disastrously wrong with my wals;
Sunshine would peer between the widening cracks
As stones ran to the stream and wood danced back to the forest.
She is a witch.
And on the night of the full rain, her spell was full wrought--
Stumbling through the darkness, singing, laughing, talking
Sharing whispered secrets as slowly the two became one
And the roaring of blood in my ears was the tower falling.
She is a witch.
Her spell is completely, she holds me in thrall,
Everything I was convinced I once knew about me is wrong
Because I do not see the things she sees when she looks at me
And for curious reasons, she does look at me.
She is a witch. And I am the better for it.

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

Wow. I vaguely remember the guy who wrote that.
Maybe my present for myself is the growth since then.
I'm not sure I ever had a copy that wasn't yours. (: Thanks, sweetie.
(Miss you.)

[l2g.livejournal.com]

Hey waitaminnit, that's my wish list...

It's okay, I know where to find yours. At least you ain't shy about pointing it out to others. :-)

(You've got the delivery address correct now, don't you...?)

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

Eep. Is that URL cookie based?
Um. I have no idea how to find my wish list without logging in. Duh.
But yes, I have corrected the STUPID STUPID ADDRESS ISSUE. Grrr.

[miss-friday.livejournal.com]

Happy Birthday to Cyrano!! Weeeeeeeeee!!!

You're good people. There should be more in this world who adore you.

I was thinking a getting you a bucket of wasabi --- oh, and lemon curd. Don't eat them both at once.

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

I'm not entirely sure how to deal with the number of people who adore me now. (:
I should respond to your wasabi e-mail.

Happy Birthday

[(Anonymous)]

I remember the day well. I remember how I had everyone looking for a book to take to the hospital, a book I had returned to the library, all because I didn't to go to the hospital. You are a child that has given me great joy, and I know that I gave you a few things also, some that you didn't deserve. We love you very much and truly wish only the best for you, I am sorry that the price is so high. Remember you are always welcome here and loved always. Mom & Pop

Re: Happy Birthday

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

Don't forget that you're part of the list in that last paragraph as well.