I can still hear her voice... feel her warmth...
It's Bears vs. Colts. While the Bears stand a better chance of winning this matchup then they did the Pats, I think the Colts will edge them out. If the Bears win, it's because of Devin Hester and their Special Teams play.
Ant knows of my plans now. Mike and Tracey I told. I'd bet my life that Craig knows, and at least half of everybody down there as well. While I do plan to follow through with this, I really didn't want to say anything until I was close to making it a reality because of something like this. Tracey sounded as surprised as anyone could have ever been when I told her, and I hadn't realized I made my point so clear when I moved up here. Anyway, getting off-topic... Though I plan to follow through, something could always happen to prevent me from making the move. I don't like to make promises or guarantees for that reason. But, I guess it was still the right thing to do. It'll give Tracey something to look forward, after the novelty of Michelle's arrival has worn off.
I was finally able to write something today. It's been so long since I could string together enough thoughts and ideas to write. Here's what I have so far...
The words, written some time ago
Each placed carefully one after another
As if they carried the world upon them.
.....
Aware of the task, hiding her heart,
Neatly folded into the palm of her hand
A name etched on it's skin
Of one whom should receive such a gift
Slowly she arose, awaiting the signal
One last chance, passing in haste,
And she was called forth to her duty
Outside the door, within the hands
Of fate, only pushing her ever closer
Not a moment passed, her quarry
In sight, hand clasped, reaching outward
And she fell as shade to light
Collapsing midst the warmth
Of a smile.
Flesh to flesh once more, they went
Hand in hand again, meeting his eyes
As he passed, her heart beating faster
And time creeping even slower still.
For but a brief period, they were as one;
A memory not soon to be forgotten.
There's more to be told in that empty space after the third line. I know there is. I just haven't figured out what it is yet. I also feel the end is very abrupt, though I like the last line where it is and the statement that it gives by being there. Revisions are likely to come sometime or another. Yeah, been thinking about Melanie lately, ever since Bob put some Kittie on his IPod.
~Smiles :)
Ant knows of my plans now. Mike and Tracey I told. I'd bet my life that Craig knows, and at least half of everybody down there as well. While I do plan to follow through with this, I really didn't want to say anything until I was close to making it a reality because of something like this. Tracey sounded as surprised as anyone could have ever been when I told her, and I hadn't realized I made my point so clear when I moved up here. Anyway, getting off-topic... Though I plan to follow through, something could always happen to prevent me from making the move. I don't like to make promises or guarantees for that reason. But, I guess it was still the right thing to do. It'll give Tracey something to look forward, after the novelty of Michelle's arrival has worn off.
I was finally able to write something today. It's been so long since I could string together enough thoughts and ideas to write. Here's what I have so far...
The words, written some time ago
Each placed carefully one after another
As if they carried the world upon them.
.....
Aware of the task, hiding her heart,
Neatly folded into the palm of her hand
A name etched on it's skin
Of one whom should receive such a gift
Slowly she arose, awaiting the signal
One last chance, passing in haste,
And she was called forth to her duty
Outside the door, within the hands
Of fate, only pushing her ever closer
Not a moment passed, her quarry
In sight, hand clasped, reaching outward
And she fell as shade to light
Collapsing midst the warmth
Of a smile.
Flesh to flesh once more, they went
Hand in hand again, meeting his eyes
As he passed, her heart beating faster
And time creeping even slower still.
For but a brief period, they were as one;
A memory not soon to be forgotten.
There's more to be told in that empty space after the third line. I know there is. I just haven't figured out what it is yet. I also feel the end is very abrupt, though I like the last line where it is and the statement that it gives by being there. Revisions are likely to come sometime or another. Yeah, been thinking about Melanie lately, ever since Bob put some Kittie on his IPod.
~Smiles :)