Long ago were villages
near swiftly flowing rivers.
There were fires whose smoke
curled up and out the top
of skins and poles.
Stars shone in and between.
There was
a brave warrior
and heated lover
who peered at the stars
from between the strands
of her hair, long and dark.
He turned her
so she, too, could see.
But she couldn't look away
from his eyes, nor move from his hands.
Not even for a glimpse of stars.
Time stopped for those lovers
when the world they knew vanished.
They were lost and separate
each longing for who they'd known;
for what they'd felt,
till it came alive again
In the depth of a winter night
when one said hello,
recognition sparked.
Hearts quickened.
As somewhere a river flowed,
horses stirred, and once again
A fire started.
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Written November 11th, 2006
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Very good. Your imagery is fantastic. Saw a native couple wrapped in a blanket of love...loosing themselves momentarily, but ultimately finding that they are more then they thought. Sometimes 1+1=2 and sometimes 1+1=1
Great Write
Marianne -
"But she couldn't look away
from his eyes, nor move from his hands."
To me that says...YOU are my everything...
In real world we must have separate lives in addition to the ONE together, or eventually we tend to burn out from overkill.
One can live for another but without an idenity of own, they will be lost when the down sweep of a relationship comes, and it does in EVERY one, tho it doesn't have to be the end of it.
Life and love are both like the ebb and flow of waves, at peak we think we see all and are content, at dip we become fearful of what we think might come and in so acting sometimes attract
the very thing we feared.
There can be great wisdom contained in very simple lines as you show very well here my friend. Have a very happy Turkey Day if I don't see you before than.
Hugs...Eddy -
Listening to Don Williams.
Edited on Nov 12, 6:40 p.m. because ''.
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