The Night... breathes |
"alas...caught up in a whirlwind of emotion...for the first time, she must flee...for
her own sanity...yes...she breathes" |
Silence wraps around her like a long lost friend she feels the peace within...releasing a sigh alas she has come across the miles to be freed. Watching the golden flashes that dance across the fields again sending her thoughts into this place of fantasy lost within her thoughts she can almost see the fairies on the wing. Gazing into the warm and starry night reveling in the beauty the moon...as always.. her object of desire closing her eyes once again... the Night breathes. Deeply bound to her destiny...her desire releasing her soul again to its graceful dance wrapped in moonlight; there is no one to see her smile. Dancing in the mist filled glow her mind races with dreams of desire and her body burns with the heat of passion. No longer does she listen for the sounds but reaches in...to hear her own heartbeat and releases to the wind... the Night... breathes. |
-NightCry- 8/05/01 8:15pm |
This poem is dedicated and inspired to much more than a friend... someone who gave me the time, patience, and space I needed to become alive and vibrant once more... Thank you Todd.......your always on my mind. |
