Sitting in a hidden stairwell to get out of the rain, stolen moments in dark places on the quiet streets.
Staying out to late, but you just can not stand to part so soon.
Long conversations, sharing your world, one word at a time.
Laughing and loving until the sun rises in the distance.
Rush of adrenaline, chasing the dragon, until you just can't get any higher.
Knowing it is wrong but not caring, anything to feel that euphoria.
Music connects the universes, the rhythm of the song breaking down the language barriers.
"What if I came knockin' and kicked and kicked?"
"What if I asked for your truth and your love and your honesty?"
Would you give it? Would you take it back? Would you remember?
Long letters, trying to explain. Trying to tell you the truth, but you don't hear me.
Maybe you really did not care after all...or maybe you saw what I didn't say instead.
Winters spent just trying to stay warm, longing for Spring to melt the ice around my heart.
You were the Sun and the Moon, basking me in radiant light, and bathing me in cool shadows.
Everything happens for a reason, and this was no different.
You paved the way, setting the tone in which I will live out the rest of my life.
You gave me the strength to carry on, remembering lessons taught, forged by fire, strengthened in the snow.
You shaped me into the warrior woman I am today.
I found my match, years later, and I see now what you were trying to teach me.
Your task now finished, you departed for other realms, but still you are near, still you speak to me.
In those hidden stairwells, when it is raining, and those quiet spaces in the dark, only now those spaces are in my mind...
"Would you build up those big walls, or try to hide behind that smile?"
" Or could it be your fear, of trying something real?"
I was scared to death of "real", but you knew that.
"One of these days," you said.
"One of these days, you will find someone who won't fit inside those neat little boxes you have in your heart."
You were right, as usual.
You can not keep something wild and untamed in a box, for it will wither and die.
It was one of the hardest lessons I have ever had to learn.
Now it grows wild and free, changing everything it touches.
Changing me.
I get it now....
You knew it would.
Now you are part of the Ether...nowhere and everywhere, and still you teach me.
You teach me with memories......
Memories....
Monday, May 17, 2010
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Bedtime Stories
Saturday, March 6, 2010
The light from the opening door awoke him from his slumber as she crept into the room. The jingling of her bracelets comforted him, and made him smile as she tried, unsuccessfully, to keep them quiet. He heard her hit something with her foot, and heard what sounded like a smothered giggle as she slipped in beside him under the blanket. He feigned sleep as she arranged her pillows and found a comfortable spot. She had a routine when she came to bed, she would face him on her side until she was ready to drift off, then she would flip over on her other side and go to sleep. He longed to reach out and hold her, but she hated to be touched as she went to sleep. It bothered him sometimes, but it was just one of her quirks, and he was used to it. He glanced at the clock, the only source of light in the darkness. "It's only 2 am.." he thought to himself. "She must be tired.."
He rolled to face her, keeping his breathing steady, so she would not know he was awake. He started at her in the darkness, he could just make out her face, eyes closed, relaxing into slumber. He thought he heard her whisper something, but it must have been her sighing. He loved her more than she would ever know, and sometimes he wished she did not come to bed so late. He hated sleeping alone, but late at night, after the baby was asleep, was the only time she got to herself, so he tried not to let it bother him to much....
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She crept into the room, trying to close the door as quickly as possible. She didn't want the light from the kitchen to wake him up. She moved around the end of the bed, trying to make her tinkling jewelry be quiet, and she tripped over a towel she forgot on the floor and clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing at her clumsiness. She eased into the bed, careful not to pull the covers off of him. She glanced at the clock on the shelf..."2 am" she thought, "and I am wiped out!" She finally got her pillows arranged and rolled over to face him, as she did every night, before she flipped over to go to sleep. She wanted to put her hand on him, to ground herself a bit, but her hand was ice cold and she knew it would wake him. She whispered an " I love you.." instead, and after a few minutes she rolled over and went to sleep.
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He watched her roll over, and after a few minutes he heard her breathing even out, and she started snoring lightly. He laid there for a while, listening to the fan, and the sound of her breathing. " I really should go back to sleep, I have to get up in a couple of hours," he thought to himself. After a few minutes he decided to take a chance, and he carefully draped his arm over her side, and as she relaxed against him in her sleep, he closed his eyes, smiled, and drifted off once more.....
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She woke as he arm slipped across her body, and she started to move it, he knew she hated to be touched when she slept. She decided she liked the weight over her and his fiery warmth against her skin, so she relaxed against him, sighed contentedly, and slipped back into slumber, a smile on her face......
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Kiss Of A Dream
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Under a dreamscape of blues, pinks and umber.
When another love of days gone by spoke to me in my mind, ever so gently.
Do not ask why, do not ask how,
For to ask shall rip the veil under which we hide.
Our eyes locked, and try as I might to resist, our lips met soon after.
The power, the pleasure, the pain, as sweet as I remember so long ago.
My head began to buzz with a very loud racket.
But the world has moved on, since last we met.
My memories of you, with steam rising off of you,
Showing me the fire that raced through your veins still.
Over the years has quieted to a dull roar.
Lost in our own world, that no one could see
Or feel or destroy, we were different from them, out of place.
Full of distraction and responsibility.
Our time in the sun now covered in shade.
And I know, since the day we met, that I would never be the same….
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