Closing her eyes

and

emptying her head

letting the silver dream-mists

converge

over her, bringing

memories

of loved ones

never to return

Grandpa,

with his smiling face

Grandma,

with her womanly grace

Knowing she was

their pride and joy,

that in their hearts

she had a place,

a warm partial

place

whatever she did

they loved her

unconditional love

She smiles as she

sleeps

letting the dreams

Come back the desert cried

back from the the fleeting darkness.

the winds did howl like banshee beings

The desert worbled and wailed

for Mary O'graida

would not return

she though not dead had wandered

far, far

  He was gone. For a full ten minutes there was complete silence as if his vow had been somehow transferred to every citizen of Polsax. Then, all at once, the hall exploded.  People were talking louder and louder to hear each other over everyone else’ talking and Ally was pressed in on all sides.

You are there, I see you.

In the corner of my eye,

In the shadow of the trees,

In the back of my mind, you linger.

A misty glimpse of what has been and what could be,

A spectre drifting in my head.

An image in the mirror that flees when I turn.

O, what haunting memories shall come before me,

Till I shall see your face again.

My dreams echo the sound of your laughter,

And every waking moment is filled with thoughts of you.

Distant, yet closely entwined is my heart to yours,

Those eyes I see, in the dead of night.
Those eyes I fear will be my demise.
Their red burning in the dead of night
Their white lining glowing like moonlight so fine.
I try to decline
Those eyes so malciouse
His teeth sharp and rigid
Those eyes like fire from hell
Now it is easy to see why so many fell
Into his prison of char and brimstone
A thousands souls never burning alone
Those eyes so cold
Those eyes so bold
They keep me down like a burden on my back
My hope to attack
But I can't do that

Dan was fighting bravely, but he was slowly wearing out. His larger adversary took advantage of this and drove Dan back to the edge of the cliff. Dan glanced around and saw Emily. She was standng against a wall. Her foe raised his sword and brought it down at her. Then his view was blocked and he heard her cry out. The sound rang through his mind. His shoulders slumped and his head bowed.

"Go ahead and kill me," he said, "I don't care anymore."

I pulled my hair into a long ponytail and rolled up my sleeves. Time to air out memories, pushing dark shades back. I brooked no funerals.

I only meant to dust them off, to tuck sweet-scented flowers in their folds and hang them up again, but the first one I pulled out I knew I had to wear.

I held it close. "Oh, I love this one," I whispered, the fabric of the memory, all it was made of, rubbing my cheek. Well-made memories like to greet you with a kiss and a warm embrace.

the same place, a different scene
the same place, a different me
an older me

the same trees, a little taller
the same trees, different leaves
a newborn green

the same stones, a little smoother
the same stones, different tones
worn down, turned over

the same sky, different clouds
the same sky, different sounds
chase the pictures out

the same sun, the same shadows
the same shadows, different patterns
woven on the gravel

the same grass, the same color