THE PLEASURE OF READING

I cannot remember when I started to enjoy reading. To read for the sheer pleasure of living in that well woven story and beyond. I cannot...

23 January 2012

Drifting Apart


In the morning before the sun awoke
I saw your smile in the dark
You waved frantically in the air
Hoping I would feel the wave of wind
And know you were there

Stumbling and reaching out
My fingertips touched the depth of your soul
Ignited in you a fire blazing
It's heat burning menacingly
Brought to life the enchantingly scorching sun
Engulfed mine soul in thy alluring flame

And my heart, your heat, our hearts beat rhythmically
While we emphatically danced in the tune ... our tune

The flames of our sun begun to wicker
Fluttering cold winds began to set in
Erratically, our rhythm skidded to a halt
And now our dance is fading
The sun in abandonment is setting
Leaving us to fumble in the dark
Dancing without music.

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