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!" |