I saw you today
Unrecognizable,
and yet so familiar,
crimson and blue,
brown and tan,
building a wall,
and a bridge
on my heart.
My,
how far we’ve come!
I miss you sometimes,
but not too often
Just in the night
when I dream,
I dream of you,
of laughter
of love
and of moments shared.
So close, to graduation, to my 18th birthday, to finally moving out and going to college and making my own choices; and I’m excited and terrified at the same time. I’m so ready, ready to be done with this last painful semester of high school, ready to go see and do and try new things, ready to learn that I can take care of myself, to some degree, ready to discover who I am, to continue discovering who I am, ready to maybe fall in love.
-(1)-
It would be so. If the Shadow Man came at night, then day would be his shelter. If the dark harbored evil things then light would be his fortress. A king in his empty, empty castle. But there was no light here, not a scrap to be found or a sound to be hear. There was no color. It was as was.
**It took me ages. I know. Hopefully you'll like it enough to forgive me for making you wait so long...**
Sixty-Three
It was her sixty-third birthday.
Savannah stood by the front window, waiting and remembering Aidan’s sixty-third birthday two years ago. No party, no presents, no cake. Just the knock on the door and the van coming for her husband.
**inspired by my imaginings of what life might be like many years after a dystopia (and by watching Independent Lens and POV, and reading The Other Side of the Island too many times). I apologize in advance for any go-green sentiments or other cheesiness... (cringe)**
**I apologize for the long wait, but I hope you will find it worthwhile. This is the second-last part.... Enjoy.**
**Part eight, and we're not quite at the end yet. Enjoy.**
**Part Three and still going strong... I wonder how many more parts it will be before the end...? Anyway, I appreciate any thoughts, and of course, Enjoy! :) **
Slip away in darkness
while I hold off the dawn
hide among the tall rocks
and our flesh is stone for now.
Running, running, hiding, weeping
Dawn is coming, light is breaking
over the crest of the valley
We watch from the mountains, from rocks
and we know time is slipping.
No! Run away! Flee far with the night,
I will hold off the dawn
I will stay here and fight
I would rather die than see morning,
fall dead here than live tomorrow,
far away.