SS - Winter Angel
In the winter-time, when trees are reaching towards the heaven with bony-fingers flexed and wanting, an angel blows a kiss in the wind. It sails through the night, dancing on starlight and moonbeams until it reaches my window, where it plasters frost against the pane. Fingers grazing ice-cold glass and leaving dancing frost-spiders in their wake. The world is silver and white darkness, and on the wind the angel blows kisses to my window, but I keep it closed. In the spring, the kisses fall from my window and blossom into sunflowers, and they too reach towards the sky, and with each petal they block the sun from my window, and they keep out the light. My world is silver and white darkness, and the kisses still dance on the wind. In the summertime, the rain falls and washes away the kisses that had gathered at my window, the earth is bare and empty, and no kisses can find me through the torrent. In the fall, the leaves dance along the crisp air, and I hear a tapping on the glass. White s
SS - Dreaming of Your Kiss
I had a dream last night about you. I dreamt of you, and you smiled. You were so close but so far away from me, and all I could do was reach out to you....
You held out your hand, and took mine in yours, and pulled me close. I was safe there in your arms. You whispered something that I could not hear, but I saw your lips move. Your lips.
My fingers graced the edges of them gingerly. How I wanted to kiss you. To be forever safe in your arms.
I felt your hand on my chin, lifting my face so that you could look into my eyes, and again you smile. A kind and sweet smile. There was a world of love in that smile that I could never know.
But in my dream....you turned my face towards yours and gave me a kiss. It started sweet and slow, my heart racing. You held me closer -- tighter. The kiss turned from gentle nervous brushing to a harsh need. There was hunger in the kiss then, hunger you mirrored in me. The fire burned brightly in my heart, and I was left gasping for breath when your lips parte
SS - Blinded
I felt a hand over my eyes, and I was being led somewhere. The grip was gentle, and there was a tinkling laughter in my ear. The ground was soft, and I was walking barefoot over grassy fields.
"Almost there..." Came a voice in my ear, as gentle as a spring breeze. It gave me goosebumps. I was led blindly -- I could hear birds, and I could feel the sunlight against my skin. I couldn't help but to laugh.
When the hand was lifted away I was momentarily blinded by the sudden change in light. I blinked wildly to try and adjust, and almost lost my balance. A pair of strong hands grabbed me to hold me steady, and I felt a warmth against my back as I was held close.
"Careful..." Came a voice against my hair, and I closed my eyes to revel in the feeling of someone being so close to me. I settle into that feeling. It's like a lock clicking into place. We fit together so perfectly. There is no space between us -- there shouldn't be. Two interlocking puzzle pieces. We fit perfectly. Perfect.
Poem - Silence
A wandering minstrel came to town,
dressed up in his finest rags,
he played to everyone in the streets,
with nothing in his hands!
The music it was oh-so-sweet,
even though none could hear...
The day spun ever on and on -
as days they sometimes do,
like spinstresses at their looms!
And folks all the town o'er began to leer
at the man who played though none would know!
His voice was like an angel's,
soft and sweet and low....
And every one he touched,
seemed to join the show.
They all began to hear the notes,
though others laughed and sneered.
The happiest of the towns folk
might well as not had ears....
The minstrel led the people up,
he led the people down,
and every new person he met,
he gave a stately bow....
The wind swept high,
and the wind swept low,
and the minstrel stopped his song.
The winter seemed to follow him,
and hurried him along,
so down the street he wandered then,
pausing not for coin or purse...
The minstrel turned to face the crowd....
he took a breath,
and with smi
SS - Edge of the World
I walked out to the edge of the world today.
I was waiting there for you.
I stood there, waiting, looking out into the endless black that just kept going and going.
I waited -- but you never came.
Or did I get here too late? Were you already here? Did I miss you?
Looking over the edge, almost as if I could spot you, were you there. I tried to peer into the everlasting black, but black was all I saw.
Teetering there, at the edge of the world, looking out into the endless black, I called out to you. I called you by name. Had you fallen? Had you jumped? Did you come, did you go? Could you hear me?
Or maybe you just decided not to show up? What was I worrying about? Perhaps you just didn't come here, where we were supposed to meet.
We always meet here, like this, right by the black, standing right at the edge -- looking over and laughing out at the darkness as if it couldn't touch us.
But now you're not here, and I am here alone. Peering out into the black is different somehow. I'm not str
SS - Seizure
She could feel her heart stopping in that instant. It beat no more, and yet she could still see, she still felt herself gasping for breath as if she could somehow turn around and change what was happening to herself. She began to feel cold, so very cold -- and numb. She was losing feeling, losing all feeling everywhere. Grasping at the air, reaching for some sort of life line she may have yet to cling to. Something, anything, anyone, and yet nothing at all. Everything was a jumble now -- colours, noises, shapes, senses -- they were all mixed up where up was warmth, and right was blue. No matter how far she reached, no matter how much she tried to will her heart to beat again, no matter how much she wished for warmth and light and feeling...nothing came to her. Nothing answered her call. And so the world went dark.