Dark-Mooneyed-Girl

Weather roughened hands, a black worn hat, the rodeo belt buckle that has seen better days. Grey blue eyes full of mischief, a ready smile that you can't guess about, steady strong words of wisdom for us to hear. Snaps on a long sleeved shirt, broke in brown slippers, a coffee stained cup. Prickly whiskers against my cheek, a dab of white lather on a nose, the lingering smell of old spice after shave. The sound of a fishing reel, quiet voices of crickets and frogs, sitting around a sizzling camp fire at night. Father, although you have been gone for many years, I still hold dear all the memories, every little thing that rem

Aching for just the barest of a touch, heart pounding, skin tingling, flesh yearning. Eyes peering in the light of day, looking far, looking near, capturing the sight of that person. Feeling in the distance, not far, yet not close enough, a breeze, a whisper, the softest of caresses. Hand stretching out, fingers wiggling to touch, brushes past, slipping through, beyond the tips. Was it real, was it a dream, could it be seen or heard, always near, in the imagination, in the heart. A body or a shadow, fog or mist of the ocean spray, blind, deaf, loosing grip, never there. What is it then that I can't see, or hold, can't have to touc

When, if ever, does the heart mend, so that it can truely be whole again. Does it forever tremble and cry, ending everything with a sigh. Thumping hard against your chest, never slowing gentle to rest. Is it always sore and sad, clinging tightly to all it had. Ease, ease this tight feeilng, so that I may lay dreaming.

Pure and white, glistening like the drop of dew on a blade of grass, calling, reaching, aching for you.The strands of music, the lyrics of a song, pushing the happiness into your heart. It brings forth the hope that one day, maybe soon, maybe far, but just that.. one day. You hope. Hope Tender as flower petals, warm on your face like the sun shining down, clear to see as the blue of the water and beyond. The lilt of a voice, whispering words, straining to hear as it saturates your skin with love. It brings forth the hope that one day, maybe soon....but just that..one day. You hope. Slipping. Rain falling down, splatting the ground, pudd

What does the heart tell me when you have gone astray. What does the mind tell me when its just another day. Truely dear loved one, is it ever going to be just that singular moment when its only you and me. To many miles to drive a lowly car. Too much distance it seems by far. Truely dear loved one, will I ever see the color in your eyes when they're staring back at me. Just a voice on the line. Just a thought from time to time. Truely dear loved one shall I even try to hope that someday I won't have to cry. There was a hope of begining There is no hope to an ending. Truely dear loved one what can ever be of this love that you