The Night...
she has her own Pandora's box
Gently she places the shards of broken dreams safely away
standing there she remembers...as the sunlight dances on the box
the warmth, the laughter that once did fill her heart
here...
yet another sweet memory that lingers in her mind.


Holding on tightly to the side of this formidable box
a tear ever so slowly does slide down her cheek
once again she stepped out of the darkness to heed a call
she cannot bear to walk away from such loneliness.

So reaching out from the darkness she took his hand
and showed him the passions that run so wild and free
listening with patience and understanding to him
she had given her all...
his pain to relieve.

Knowing full well that the price would be high
she closed her eyes and let the dreams take over
grasping the box that kept  all the leftover pieces
she walked on in the night...
holding his thoughts.






Oh the Night...
she has her own Pandora's box
not filled with destruction for her mortal man
but filled with glistening pieces of herself
the pieces broken by walks in the night
pieces broken by saying goodbye
just pieces left over from soothing their souls.







Gently she places the shards of broken dreams safely away
standing there she remembers as the sunlight dances on the box....





-NightCry-   4/25/01  10:20pm

Inspired and dedicated to a dear friend
"always making me think,
thank you!"
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