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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
The room was ordinary in looks. Wood floors that were polished. A small white couch at on end. Nothing to take away from the emotion of it. Windows surrounded the room, covered with white drapes. These moved silently in the breeze that came from outside. In the middle of the room she sat with her legs crossed in some form of meditation. Her face that of beauty, her blonde hair draped down her back and over her shoulders. She was dressed only in a satin robe that had opened slightly in the front. The Sun outside had just kissed the ocean on its way down for the day. The breeze bringing to her the smells of the sea and the comfort that they afforded. She had come here to escape. She had come here to remember and to think of one. It was time to cleanse herself of the pain that she had felt for so long. It was time to start again. With her eyes closed she thought of past memories. Those that had hurt, that she had suffered. She thought of those times. Surfacing feelings that began to cause tears to come. Tears that stung her cheeks, dropping to her thighs, then the floor and being discarded like the dead things they were. She thought of the pain she had endured and let a small whimper escape into the room. It had become overwhelming. She had come here to escape and instead it had taken control of her. She thought about getting up and going. Forgetting about this all and going back to her life as usual. But as she thought of standing, a comfort she had never known in her life came to her. It burst into her consciousness. Her mind raced to figure it out, but could not keep up with the pace it was setting. Soon after it had begun she let it take control. It soothed away the pain giving her the peace she craved. And then it started anew. She could see the sun had gone below the sea. The colors of rich pink and blue had combined to create a surreal canvas. She could hear the ocean below. The waves crashing at tempo. A score had begun. The music rich with feeling and imagery. It had the affect on he soul to make her feel as though she was on air. The tempo of her heart added to the rhythm. Her breath in time to the emotion. It was then that she felt the breeze open her robe, exposing her to the world. Instead of worrying about it, she let it go. She was free of concern and pain. Her hair flowed with the wind. Her eyes closed her face up and facing the wind head long. She then felt a soothing touch on her back. It began down low and followed her spine reaching her neck. It soothed the remaining fears she may have had. The touch moved to her face. Held it in what seemed two hands. Then she felt the kiss. First only on her upper lip. Then on her lower. Then covering both. She cried openly, tears streaming down. When she opened her eyes she realized there was no one there. No one but the ocean, the wind and the sunset. Yet she new that was not true. She had been freed from her pain. She had found a love more true than distance could deal with. Her heart and soul were free of constraint. The tears she wept were those of joy. And the wind. The wind brought her the spirit of a man. A man who had set her free with his words and his love. Though he was miles apart from her, he was a heart beat from her soul. Time heals all. The heart repairs itself. It knows nothing of distance and space. It only knows that love can conquer anything that is set in its way. The wind brought him to her. In her time she needed him the most, he came. Not as an overpowering agent, but as a partner in this world. What becomes of this time would only know. But the tears she had for him would keep her for a time. His words would be there to help her in ways she could not dream of. The wind had sent him. She trusted that, and so she trusted him. But deeper than that. She loved him, for the love he gave her. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
touching and softly sensual, cool to see a male poet write from a womans perspective... and as always...your muse the wind ... very cool prose piece MG .... now Im off to read the second one,barring interruptions  We wish ourselves beautiful, |
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Marina Member Elite
since 2000-02-10
Posts 2245Pickering, Ontario |
I really liked this one. It defintely has a unique perspective to it and a certain quality I am not sure I can name. One of your best, I think. Marina It is a blessing to have wings for words, and passion in pen |
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