Awake - Theme Friday
Posted on October 24, 2008 - Filed Under love, original fiction, theme fridays
I lie awake. Listen to the rain tap gentle fingers against the pane. My breath raises and lowers my breasts. Drifting in light slumber, twirling in an ethered waltz to the moonlit breeze. Always. Every night. The same.
In the darkness I look for your eyes, wait for your footsteps. Search for your smell, crave your taste, feel your glancing touch. Ache for the weight of your body on mine, your twining legs, your sighing heart. He will come back for me, I tell myself again and again. He will come back for me.
And I wait some more. And the stars chase the sky toward morning and then come back again with the moon. I wait still more but the days and the nights blur. The weeks and months fuse. The years convince me of my mistake and I start to forget.
And look for your love in others’ eyes but they are empty and turn me away. So I turn to another to feed me the same punishment. And the years drag past like sodden leaves in Autumn storms and I turn to no one for no is there. No one is you. He is not coming back for me.
I forget about love and time makes a partner of ticking clocks and empty moments. But friends distract me and I am happy to watch their love from a distance. My time has passed. I accept. I forget. I reconcile to being the half of me that I am. I relent and the breeze is still.
But stillness brings a dream that whispers a secret I can not yet hear - a song I can not remember follows me. The door opens and rose petals flutter to my feet and the light brings the image back to me. And I remember. My eyes open - I am awake and you have come back for me.
What keeps Panther awake? Is Christine awake too?
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Beautiful as always!
Thanks, baby.
Annie
sodden leaves in autumn storms
is a prose miracle.
seriously.
Hey Clancy,
That’s just the nicest thing to say - thank you.
Annie
…love and time makes a partner of ticking clocks and empty moments.
To me it speaks so well of love lost, time spent without it, the ache of knowing it.
Hey Jim,
It seems to be you got the exact concept I was trying to communicate, thank you for that.
Annie
love.
Love you!
Annie xo
“But friends distract me and I am happy to watch their love from a distance”
I am in love with this line.
Hey Matthew,
I’m very flattered, thank you.
Annie
Up to your usual high standard I see?
Evoked some interesting images I’ll say…you seem to do that to me regularly…sometimes good, others not so good…
Off to check out the other girls now..
Hey Moe-Moe,
Well if I’m doing that to you regularly then I’m going to assume I’m doing my job, eh?
Annie
‘The door opens and rose petals flutter to my feet’
So Beautiful. I love this story.
Love
Di
Hi Di,
Yeah…I love it too.
Annie
Wow!!! I love this.
Hey Gem,
Thanks, honey.
Annie
i love this because i love you.
Beautiful, love returning…
Yes, it is beautiful, eh?
Love returning I mean.
Annie
Very poignant. I enjoyed it immensely.
Thanks, Mrs. V - I’m glad you did.
Annie
This is quite lovely, A. I miss you guys. And this, theme fridays.
I’ve been reading, stopping in here and there. And it’s just getting better each week.
But since I’ve unplugged, it’s been good. Almost finished with the novel!
Love you bunches.
Hey Jess!
We miss you too - bunches. Any ol’ time you want to be playing Theme Fridays with us again, just come on down! Good on the novel, sweetie, I knew you could do it.
Love
Annie
So many nice things here.
Wonderful.
A beautiful garden of words . . .
~m
Hey Michael,
That’s a nice way of putting it - garden of words - thank you.
Annie
Maybe after the holidays, and after the novel’s done, I can resume my place? Possibly? Cuz I truly miss stretching my brain with you gals. I’ll email with novel details….
Whenever you are ready, sweetie. You know that, right? We miss you too.
Love
Annie