To: All
Standing in the still of the night,
watching, waiting for the light
to break through the darkness shrill
from atop the ominous, rocky hill,
I felt a chill run down my spine
as I held your hand in mine,
tracing the line of your face,
I knew no other time & place.
Suddenly light shown around,
casting our shadows on the ground...
oh, time moves on, but even now,
I'll forever be your's... by the lighthouse.
671 posted on
05/10/2004 1:54:42 PM PDT by
Darkchylde
(Beware: An army of angry flies are decending upon a soup near you.)
To: Darkchylde
Oh my, wonderful Darkchylde. Thank You so much, it's so nice to hear from you.
672 posted on
05/10/2004 3:16:39 PM PDT by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
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