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ink black skies sparkling with tiny crystal lights, the paths--crunchy and crackling, cold air biting at my cheeks, leaves whispering secrets amongst themselves, the castle---so dark and moody watching me, daring me...all else quiet. everything seems so right in the world for just this moment.

just returned from a long walk through my new village, complete with castles, a snaking river, stone cottages, sturdy churches with high bell towers, cobblestone paths, and ....silence.

i think i'm going to like it here.

Orange Moon (written many many moons ago)

Orange Moon

As the orange moon rises
The sky glows a hazy amber
The air is still and silent
The only sound is the beating (breaking) of my heart.

The world goes on, unaware, uncaring
Of my dilemma---of my fate
And yet I cannot shake the steamy dreaminess
The orange moon is a reminder of what can never be.

I wait in the eye of the storm
In the peacefulness which I know is a façade
The storm is inevitable
Too much, too soon, how I long for that orange moon.

The heat is intense...too hot
I feel weaker as each day passes
Warmer as the orange moon appears
Moonbeams blazing on my skin like a phantom fire.

As the night fades into day
So does my happiness begin to wane
Life would be so simple, yet so dreary and bleak
Without the orange moon.

tmo

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A soft sweet touch sails my skin...
Whispers, like the wind, seep within
My dreams, my innermost wish.
Secrets lay upon my lips, this
For him to taste. Warm waves crash on the shores
As a hidden fear, a hope, is revealed and roars
In my head, unbearable. Uncontrolled,
I am lost in the tide, in the strength of its hold.

The chorus of desire plays incessantly tonight.
And across my body is laid a fiery light
That blazes and burns with each breath I take.
He possesses and holds me until I wake.
The night is too short and his touch ever brief.
As the moon falls, the sun rises stealing as a thief
Those images fresh and lush.
They burn off suddenly in the morning blush.

On the horizon floats a misty haze and the skies
Glow like forgotten embers. A storm rises and dies
With every passing second and takes me to a place
In the distance. Shivering and shaking I chase
This dream hoping to capture for more
Than a moment…But neither today nor
Tomorrow promises escape. With his image laid
Upon mine, I dream once more, as the world begins to fade.

tmo
(date unknown)

Night's Shadow

In night's shadow the moon is here with me
To warm the silence, but not show the way.
Mist in my eyes, I cannot clearly see.
I long for the dawning of the new day
To drag me past the dark and take me from
The edge where I want to fall. I won't fight,
Hoping he'll reach me, wanting him to come
And pull me back, keeping me close tonight.

Close tonight, his breath on my skin so warm,
So fleeting, perhaps it was never there.
As if a ghost, he appears in a form
Seemingly unreal. But I do not dare
To imagine he's of my world, my heart,
For I fear he will disappear. And I
Know this phantom is mine only in part.
He'll fade again as truth becomes a lie.

A lie that grows as each day passes by—
Temptations are imagined and offered.
The images painted in my mind's eye—
They sing to my soul and beg to be heard.
A searing siren's song, tempting and sweet,
Beckons me over to the other side.
Life's road has splintered and its plan I cheat.
Shattered reason scatters when we collide.

When we collide I melt into the space.
Edges of reality disappear
As heat waves burn a flush upon my face.
Shuddering against the forces I hear
The still voices of my heart now whisper
Forbidden images that I will stow
Away in the dark. I must keep this stir
Hidden there, alone, deep in night's shadow.

tmo
(date unknown)