the wait...

And the night sky tugs at her heart strings as she waits... wishing.... (hoping?)

Dar(k)ling...

A copy paste Pablo Neruda:

"I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul."

wish..

she saw a shooting star and refrained from wishing on it... she was afraid the wish might come true...

puff of smoke

it was a cold dusty morning... she hadn't really slept... the smell of stale smoke reeking in her tousled open hair brought his thoughts rushing to her... the way his eyes look at her for a meaning deeper than she can ever offer... the way the white headed eagle soars over her gray aura... and the way she looked at the night sky and saw the stars slowly fade away....


PS: 'The Ramblings of My Soul' aka 'naughtyspark' is back in business!