She lay with me by a river
Water rushing over rock
Breezes whispering with the leaves
On boughs twisting with the power
She danced with me in the ocean
Waves kissing tender feet
In a private morning hour
Before the sun joined us
And set our world aglow
And though I swore I did not want her
I know that now I will never let her go
Take the needle in your hand, my dear seamstress wordsmyth, and weave together the patchwork of life, lovingly, tenderly taking what is seen as simple remains of the days, fragments, individual moments, sewing in indigo threads, virtual umbilical cord uniting, giving nourishment to our soul, forming a quilled quilt so soft and adoring that even the coldest chill cannot touch us, a promise fulfilled every time we open our eyes to find you there.... I am honored and lucky.
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on November 10, 2008
Oh my,very beautiful writing sweet Blue...stay safe and always well..OK...Hugsssss
Stunning...so lifelike that I could feel the coolness of the water on bare skin. This is one my favorites of yours although I know you will have many more to come that I will also call that.
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fee
A young technician mourns his lover until he meets another man - a man with a secret. But there are other secrets as a jealous ghost returns to protect his turf.
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When much younger I rolled over the river rocks and pebbles in an ecstasy of freedom.