Oh the Night... she dreams |
" alone in the night she lies... waiting for another dream to pass his touch once again to her" |
Gathering up yet another night of dreams in her robe of lust she defiantly, yet quickly mounts her steed, called Passion riding hard thru the night she searches intently the only man who stole her dream, her soul, and heart. Her robes billow and flow in the night breezes as she rides Passion at his hardest pace searching the heavens on this night of all nights she left no star, no universe, and no moon unscathed. She climbed the very highest mountain peaks and whispered his name, leaving naught but an echo to ring forever in the memories that linger there standing on the edge of forever...she listened. Gathering her soft, sweet robe of lust once again closer reigning Passion in for a gentle ride she lingers by the still and quiet brook letting the voices of the water soothe her soul. How calm and serene it is here...in this place where silence is not haunting but still and beautiful she gazes up into the moon and whispers yet one more mournful cry for her lost love. Rising, alone she stands in the light of the moon that hovers...enchanting her as it always has she lets one last tear slide...gently...slowly closing her eyes she can almost feel him there. Oh the Night...she dreams as she rides her mighty steed Passion wrapped in her warm and flowing cloak of lust Oh the Night...she dreams alone... "she gazes not upon the soul without desire as she searches...as she dreams..." -NightCry- 5/11/01 5:16pm |
