the glass paperweight
Only the glass seperated her
from the cold of the falling flakes
and she watched by the warmth of the fire
as they softly settled,
merging her world into a
single landscape of white.
So beautiful and peaceful
it seemed a dream
in her usually upside down world.
She closed her mind to everything
but the white of the falling snow
and his melodic soothing voice
in the receiver held to her ear.
His voice calmed and unnerved
her all at the same time.
She could listen to him
and laugh with him for hours
but she shivered at the effect
he had on her body,
from the anticipation of the first hello's
and long after the words good bye
she desired him
beyond reason it seemed,
for they had never gazed eye to eye,
but her body screamed to her of it.
As she watched the
snowflakes settle softly,
she mused of his world,
his passion and his laughter.
His descriptions of life lived in the sunshine
made her wish she was
listening to the stories of snow
back in her world.
after replacing the receiver on the hook
she sat, for uncounted minutes
watching the falling flakes
until the headlights and the tires
crunching the stillness of the snow startled her.
Her heart pounded
her mind clouded, the scene outside
no longer peaceful and with each step
he took she felt her smile crumble.
The man that had cause the laughter
and desire, that moments ago had
seemed so real
now was very evidently and sadly so,
too miles away and she wished,
as she gazed at this approaching figure,
that the snow would swallow her,
the glass encircle her
and his hurt could never
[This message has been edited by Iloveit (edited 12-13-1999).]