Sherlock Fic: Patchwork

For thegameison_sh

Patchwork
Poem 1

Note: All texts are quotes

rosy: several poems by Sappho

green: Tao Te Ching by Lao Tsu

blue: Song of Songs (King James Bible)

yellow: the album The Beekeeper by Tori Amos

blush: "Undo It" by Carl Phillips

Attic Window

Moriarty You burn me, remembering those things we did in our youth. But you have forgotten me, like the sweet-apple reddening high on the branch... Neither for me the honey nor the honeybee. And I say to you someone will remember us in time to come...	Sherlock My methods are easy to understand and perform, yet no one knows or practices them. My actions are disciplined. Those that know me are few. Truthful words are not beautiful.
Sherlock Ever desireless, one can see the mystery. Darkness within darkness. The gate to all mystery.	John Stand up and look at me, face to face, my friend, unloose the beauty of your eyes.

Ninepatch

John He’s equal with the Gods, that man who is across from you, close enough to sip your voice’s sweetness. My tongue freezes. Blind, stunned, the sound of thunder in my ears. Shivering with sweat, cold tremors over skin, I turn the colour of dead grass, and I’m an inch from dying.	John The sexiest thing is trust.	Sherlock Love shook my heart, like the wind on the mountain troubling the oak-trees.
Moriarty I'm in my war you're in yours: do we fight for peace as they take another piece of us? Will you let my darkness invade you? I laid my weapons down with my pistol fully loaded, a hunted man to my root, will it end or begin?	Sherlock I can see: we'll drown anyway— why not in colour?	Sherlock With a strut into the room, with his hat cocked sure defiantly he said, “I have heard that you can play the way I like it to be played.” I said, “I can play anyway that you want. But first I want to know is it sweet the sting 'cause I am inching ever closer to the tip of this scorpion's tail.”
Lestrade There is no greater catastrophe than underestimating the enemy.	John I sleep, but my heart waketh: the voice of my beloved saying, “Open to me, my undefiled: for my locks are filled with the drops of the night.” I opened; but he had withdrawn and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I called him, but he gave me no answer.	Mycroft Teaching without words and work without doing are understood by very few.

Bright Hopes

Sherlock After a bitter quarrel, some resentment must remain. What can one do about it?		Sally Lucky me I guessed the kind of man that you would turn out to be. Now I wish that I'd been wrong.
Mycroft You must go must flee for they will hunt you down.	John I haven't moved since the call came. I stare at the wall knowing on the other side the storm that waits for me. How could I forget what you said about Love taking over your life was not in your plan.
	John I sought him, but I found him not. The watchmen that go about the city found me. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

Log Cabin

John I beg you, weaver of snares, don’t shatter my heart with fierce pain, but come now, if ever before you heard my voice, far off, and listened. Free me from aching care: You, be my friend.
Moriarty Thought I had a witness to this crime. Thought we were on the same side of Becoming. Thought I heard you whispering murder. Thought this witches brew was more than bullet-proof. But words are like guns when you shoot the moon. Then the judges called in a witness. Thought I was a witness you could turn to, not in.	Sherlock Set me as a seal upon thine heart: for love is strong as death. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.		John A familiar voice, “Hi. Surprise. I've been searching, trying to find you.” I couldn't speak; my hands reached for
	Sherlock Beneath the apple branches, cold clear water sounds. Breezes flowing like honey: Come to me here, taking nectar in golden cups mixed with a festive joy, and pour.	John Sherlock for that grove-within-a-grove that desire has so long looked like
	John The voice of my beloved! “Rise up, my fair one, and come away. For lo, the winter is past, the rain over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time is come.”