BizzerocitY
08-19-2005, 02:42 AM
"Moonlit Path"
Wet brick path.
Splash, a soft thud.
Man walking.
In traveling cloak,
sword on his shoulders.
Along this river path
he treads.
Beneath Trees,
soft breeze, rustle
of leaves.
Pale white, pure
moonlight, illuminates
the night.
The river carries
in it soft cherry
blossoms. Swirling
down stream
he keeps steady,
his gait.
Coming his way:
Beauty. Soft brown
hair, tumbles in curls
down her neck,
silent, restful, upon
her soft shoulders.
Surge, Excitement
in his heart:
Her smile.
The traveling one
halts, the girl
stops. The river
freezes, breeze hushes,
not daring
to breathe. No
Sound. Vacuum.
Crack and break,
make no mistake.
Eyes locked, not
daring to shatter
the twining silver
thread of twilight
between their gazes,
holding them together.
Her soft, brown
eyes melt him.
Inside he seeps
through the freckles
of her iris,
and he feels warmth,
and sunlight.
Could be: Hope.
Seperate; away.
Refreshing, cooling,
weightless caress of
a sigh. The green trees
rustle, and he
holds her close.
Smells the ocean
in her hair.
Sunlight trickles
through cracks
in the treetop
canopy. Ivy
creeps up the soft
brown trunks.
Ancient, lost,
neglected grove.
Warmth, sanctuary,
security. One, two,
three, ten fingers
entertwined, five to
each hand. Birds,
the humming sort,
flitter by, stop
around their heads. Suspended,
perpetual: kiss.
Lips, seperate,
wavering, dissipating.
Chilly night,
present time.
His eyes lower,
stare at the
ground. She
takes one, two
steps toward
him. Trickle, fall
shatter, his
crystal tears,
melt into the
glossy brick
path. Lost:
Forever. A reach,
a sweep, a step, a swish,
time frozen. Blood,
Suspended: Fast forward.
Splattered
the man sinks to his
knees. Tears of glass
melt onto the wet brick.
She falls,
said goodbye.
Never To Love.
Again.
Wet brick path.
Splash, a soft thud.
Man walking.
In traveling cloak,
sword on his shoulders.
Along this river path
he treads.
Beneath Trees,
soft breeze, rustle
of leaves.
Pale white, pure
moonlight, illuminates
the night.
The river carries
in it soft cherry
blossoms. Swirling
down stream
he keeps steady,
his gait.
Coming his way:
Beauty. Soft brown
hair, tumbles in curls
down her neck,
silent, restful, upon
her soft shoulders.
Surge, Excitement
in his heart:
Her smile.
The traveling one
halts, the girl
stops. The river
freezes, breeze hushes,
not daring
to breathe. No
Sound. Vacuum.
Crack and break,
make no mistake.
Eyes locked, not
daring to shatter
the twining silver
thread of twilight
between their gazes,
holding them together.
Her soft, brown
eyes melt him.
Inside he seeps
through the freckles
of her iris,
and he feels warmth,
and sunlight.
Could be: Hope.
Seperate; away.
Refreshing, cooling,
weightless caress of
a sigh. The green trees
rustle, and he
holds her close.
Smells the ocean
in her hair.
Sunlight trickles
through cracks
in the treetop
canopy. Ivy
creeps up the soft
brown trunks.
Ancient, lost,
neglected grove.
Warmth, sanctuary,
security. One, two,
three, ten fingers
entertwined, five to
each hand. Birds,
the humming sort,
flitter by, stop
around their heads. Suspended,
perpetual: kiss.
Lips, seperate,
wavering, dissipating.
Chilly night,
present time.
His eyes lower,
stare at the
ground. She
takes one, two
steps toward
him. Trickle, fall
shatter, his
crystal tears,
melt into the
glossy brick
path. Lost:
Forever. A reach,
a sweep, a step, a swish,
time frozen. Blood,
Suspended: Fast forward.
Splattered
the man sinks to his
knees. Tears of glass
melt onto the wet brick.
She falls,
said goodbye.
Never To Love.
Again.