New Order – Ceremony (1981)
IN A LONELY PLACE
Ian Curtis
Caressing the marble and stone
Love that was special for one
Waste in the fever and heat
How I wish you were here with me now
by Saliha Enzenauer / Yokomono
Ian.
The nocturnal snowscape looked grey through the fog. It seemed to Ian that he had been wandering through the night for years, not feeling the cold anymore.
He remembered other lifes. Lifes in which he kept hearing the distant call while he was walking trough the distractions on his path. The voice wouldn’t go away, no matter how hard he tried to numb himself down. The voice would echo in his songs.
He remembered lifes that he had ended, unfulfilled.
Now he was in a place where everything came together, the earthly and rational world, heaven and mystery, the world of ghosts and spirits and dreams. It was the place to chase the distant call down in this center and edge of the world. The time had come…
[Two lovers in a sparse room. Naked, bared, raw and beautiful. The atmosphere in this room outshines that of our galaxy and thickens it with a new layer: The air is sharp and tense, yet light, so clear and certain; the air is male and female, the air is pure love and fusion]
Blixa.
Ian…there you are, love. So golden. I’ve heard your calls all my life, they were the lingering confusion in my head. Our souls seem to have united long before time began, but our eyes meet for the first time for this eternal glance. Your fingers are slowly wandering to my shoulder, running down my skin. I’m following the lines you are drawing, touching myself, looking for echoes of your fingers. I don’t lose your eyes, I am your mirror, and you are mine. Magic mirrors that clean us from nothingness and show us all the hidden pleasures of life that were buried in our hearts.
We mirror while water becomes sky and sky becomes heaven. I throw you the rope, but you don’t need it. Because you are the survivor of more than one life.
I love you, Ian.
We’re safe.