There is a slow unfolding drama in the way the first beams of dawn softly illuminate her face. I like waiting for that moment, i love the play of the shifting shapes shadows on her body. I am captivated as I stare at the effect of the changing light on her skin,on her face,of the transformation of hues from moonlight silver then to to dusk blue. Then the sun begins to show it's face and mixes all the colors up to a warmer pale-gold-morning. Her skin seems so much softer and warmer to touch under that light.
She sleeps. She sleeps so deeply. waiting for true love's kiss. I wish she could see through my eyes sometimes and understand the inexplicable experience I have when I look at her like this. Its so sad how she will never know how she is like this,sleeping like a baby.
Like an eye in the sky.I see us like this. I imagine it to be quite picturesque. Our bodies beside each other, like an image in the mirror, oppositely symmetrical. I alive at night, she alive in the morning. I dream with my eyes open, she dreams with her eyes closed. Together, equally resting with our limbs crossed like fingers hoping. _________________ life is... so BE!
Fri May 16, 2008 7:58 am
Ashelita
Joined: 03 Mar 2007
Posts: 96
Location: an african soul living in england
expressive insight into such a personal moment, gentle and slow pace (it has a pace of its own that stops you moving ahead until you've heard the melody), lovely philosophical waxing. (and of course a place of touching memory for those who 'understand' the moment) _________________ "You'll never be able to dance unless you hear your own music .......... the words on your lips must reflect the truth of your heart. Otherwise your life's breath is muted."
-Carl A Hammerschlag-
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