TALK IS CHEAP...CH 8 now here w/picsChapter 8More Like This
it's true! A person can sleep sitting up!
There I was, snuggled up to that rail. I could move my legs as long as I moved them in the same direction at the same time since the ankles were locked together. I could also move my head about 3 inches in a 180° arc from the top of the railing to which it was affixed. Nor did I have to worry about snoring and waking myself up: the locked on leather hood pretty much sealed my mouth closed.
Actually I did manage to nod off and sleep, much better than I thought I would. At about 630 in the morning I hear his alarm go off which brings me and my bladder into a full waking state. Fastened directly across from the open bathroom door and I must admit the facilities there are beginning to look more and more inviting as I begin to wake up even more.
I'm guessing it was about 15 minutes, although it seemed like five hours, after the alarm first went off before he dragged himself out of bed and padded directly into the bathroom as he,
Questions of the NightGlass skies of starlight overtake the falling sun,More Like This
and the constant heartbeat of the world takes pause.
Do you hear the skipping beats of the giant creature?
Tell me, how do you miss that mournful sound?
Standing in the meadow of the lost and stolen,
hearing the screams of those gone long before.
Do you feel the souls crying in the blackness?
Show me, how is it that you cannot see the faces?
Hidden fires of the ancient heart aching promises,
and the dying ember of the betrayed and forgotten.
Do you know how the night shelters them from your sight?
Find me, how is it that you have gone so far from my heart?
Night AwedTiny embers float like dreams in the night sky.More Like This
The night sees them when the moon does not.
The black like the mother of all the forgotten,
and hope for the children born of shadows.
The smallest of creatures cling to the warm summer air,
flying in their fires like ash from a well tended flame.
The heat is but a passing wave that kills when it recedes,
abandoning all joy in the wake of the cruel tide.
The chill of the world will return with the dark autumn.
The firefly and the leaf will alike feel the deadly kiss.
Dragon breath and crystal death will take each in its time,
and the power of all rendered defenseless in the fight.
Yet wonder still pervades the darkness.
The Void will always astound the Young.
What is there but the night of the world,
for the Sun is just a poor trick of the light.
I stand and watch the world dying in the grip of the fading tale,
and the dying glow of the fireflies in the sodden grass.
The ever failing starlight on the black mat of the soul,
and the gentle