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As he enters the room, the dimming light shadows the form which lays on the bed. Soft murmurings are heard, she is in an uneasy sleep.
Her form so fragile, so delicate, lays curled and hugging herself.
He can't believe his eyes.. She is home.

His heart pounds in his chest but this time, not from the adrenaline or fear, this time it is relief and love.

"Dog.. he whispers, not wanting to wake her, Dog go now.. good boy"  Dog looks up at his Master and then obediently leaves the room..
he knows now everything is okay.

Lowering his gun, his hands shake as he replaces the safety catch and stands the still loaded gun in the corner of the room.
Taking a moment to compose himself,
to tame his raging heart
he closes his eyes and holds back the tears
which threaten to fall.

He takes the oil lamp from it's place and, lighting it with a match,
he watches carefully as to not wake her.
He lights the lamp and dims the flame.
It casts a warm glow about the room
and the shadows disappear.
Taking a few steps towards her he notices how drawn she is,
how tired she seems.
Dark circles around her eyes where she
has not slept soundly in so long.

Pity fills his heart, pity and a desperate ache for his lost love.
Moving slowly, thanking his lucky stars he has only socked feet,
he quietly approaches the bedside.
He places the lamp on the dresser and turns to see her,
sleeping in a ragged dress, her feet ***** and sore.

"My God.. where have you been my Darling?"
he whispers and a sob breaks from his chest.
His hand clamps over his mouth but the sound stirs her and she mumbles words he cannot clearly make out.

She is so small in this large bed, so broken..
nothing like the beautiful being that she was a few months ago.
She has been missing for weeks.. months.
And now,
now she lays in their bed..
And she is alive when he thought her dead.

Her words become clearer as she gains consciousness,
although still asleep she is waking slowly.
"My Love.. she softly utters .. My Love, please... home"
And the words bring him to his knees.

Desperate to touch her,
to feel her in his arms once more,
tears stain his cheeks and his vision of her,
of his world.
Everything blurs as the tears flow.
Taking her hand in his he kisses her fingers,
praying this is all not just a dream.
Kissing her gently, each and every finger,
pouring all his love upon each finger tip.

Her hand, her fingers move and gently hold his.
And he looks to her face, sensing she is waking
and he sees her eyes are open,
looking at him in the warm glow of the bedroom.
A frown mars her beautiful face,
she takes a moment to believe what she truly sees.

Her voice is unsteady
"Am I home? Is it really you? Are you there my Love? "
"Darling yes, his smile radiant and, with tears in his eyes,
he kisses the palm of her hand..
yes my Darling you are home.. you have come home to me"

She, for the first time in months,
feels safe. Feels overwhelmed with feelings of joy..
and still cannot believe
she sees her handsome beautiful husband before her.

Smiling she cries,
"Oh My Love... I am sorry, my love please forgive me"
She sobs..
her tears now turn to sorrow
as she holds out her hands to him,
begging forgiveness.

He climbs eagerly onto the bed,
kneeling in front of her.
His arms take her and hold her tight,
holding and placing her upon his lap.
She has become weak and is so fragile.
He lifts her easily, taking her trembling body
and surrounding it with his own.
Warming her skin with his own.
Kissing her hair, uttering words of love into her ears,
filling her soul with warmth and kindness.
Rocking her,
calming her disquieting thoughts,
wiping away her tears with his fingers
as his own tears still fall into her hair.

And he kisses her hands,
her fingers,
her lips.
"My Darling... where did you go?..where did you go?"
Holding her tight,
never wanting her to leave his sight,
not while he still has breath in his lungs.
  
His hands feel her as she hugs into his chest,
she holds him,
so strong and warm,
her anchor, her Love.

And his hands settle about her waist,
softly stroking her body,
noticing how thin she has become,
her curves have all but disappeared..
except for one..

A soft swelling in her stomach.
A noticeable and very soft ..
bump.

He places his hand over the bump,
covering it entirely with his large hand.
Feeling it's roundness,
feeling over the soft curve of her skin.

"My Darling? are you... are you with child? my child?"
his words are in disbelief.. in awe..
slowly turning to elation as he feels her nod against his chest..

"My Love yes... You are going to be a father.."
she tentatively gives him a watery smile..
so unsure of his reaction to the news and this...
this being the reason that she fled..

"Dear God..." He is stunned and light headed...
and sees stars..

In just one fleeting moment he sees in his minds eye
a small child playing,
a baby sleeping,
a child running with Dog and playing in their garden,
he sweeps up the child,
hugging and kissing their rosy cheeks,
hugging his Love close as they wander back to their home..

Dog trotting along happily at their heels...

And the moment fills his heart so full that he cries as it overflows.

"My Darling... My Love... you.. we.. are going have a family?
Oh.. my Darling I want this.. I want us .. and know that,
anything you give me is a blessing,
never think...
don't ever think I would not want this My Darling...
a family..
Darling I thought you dead,
and instead,
you bring home to me a new life.
Our child"

She holds him tight and gives him all of her love
and will never let him go,
sobbing her elation into his chest
as he holds her for all of his life.

And their child quietly grows,
feeling already such love.
I wrote part one and part two a while ago..
it's here somewhere :o)
So part three needed to happen..
and I am glad it finally did
x

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1535616/coming-home-part-one/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1535632/she-is-home-part-two/
The Fairy of the Silver Shop

Now all little fairies run out of things
Little clover soaps and even replacement wings.
Little vine laces for their little fairy feet
Little fairy apple pips as a midday treat.
So they all go to the silver shop for spares
And there is a fairy appointed that really cares
She has drawers filled with this and that
From silver bells to a rose petal hat
There is no such thing as money in fairyland
Every sale done with a shake of the hand.
The fairy of the silver shop everyone’s delight
Open every morning and closes at midnight.
The imps and elves enjoy the pleasure
Of rooting through such precious treasure.
Cherry stones and acorns make great pipes
And little lacy cobwebs make superior wipes
She stocks all these and very much more
It won’t be long before she opens a superstore.
 Apr 2016 Phantom Poet
Star Gazer
She stood in my dreams
One-fifth guided by shadows
Four-fifth beaming a ray of light
She stood in my dreams
As we lit the stage with our presence
We were merely performers.

She stood in my dreams
Guiding my way to happiness.
I had to write it
right then
nothing would stop the flow
out of my mouth
whirlpools of imagination
my vision drenched with words
running over and over the brim
it was pouring out
spilling onto the floor
puddles at my feet
find me a pen
I need a pen
write it write it out
on the back of napkins
scraps of paper
margins
envelopes
skin
write it while the river flows
while the deluge pours
while the words still make scense
find me a pen
I need to write
I will never remember it the same way
the same way it saturates my clothes
my skin
panic and euphoria
fear and excitement
write it out
write it out
find me a pen
before it's too late
before it's gone
Despite having more reading books in my bag
than any person in their right mind should,
I have learned never to be without
a note book and a pen.
I miss the laughing
I miss the talking
I miss the feelings
Which you woke in me...

I miss making memories
I miss the funny episodes
I miss hearing you talk
About all the things you love...

I keep trying to fool myself
That the one I miss
It isn't you
But no matter what my head says
Then my heart refuses to listen...

I miss your smile
I miss all the stupid things we used to do
I miss the time when I didn't cry
I miss just being with you....

I miss you being my weakness
I miss smiling like I used to
I miss when my worst sides
Comes out because of you...

My head tells me to move on
It tells me you aren't wroth it
But my heart disagrees
And it still won't listen...

I miss wondering about
How you even feel
I miss wanting to touch
I miss feeling surreal...

I miss the mess I became
When you used to be near
I miss the days out hate
When everything was unclear...

I miss not having to fool myself
Each and every day
Telling myself that my feelings
Was never even real...

I miss not having to force myself
To believe
That it's the other guy
Who I love
I hate the fact that I trick myself
To believe
That the one I miss
It isn't you...

I miss all the small things
I miss when your words sounded true
There's only this one thing I miss
And that is
You...
Just having one of those days where I'm being honest for once....
 Apr 2016 Phantom Poet
Happynessa
School mums running
Clever and cunning

Lipstick and blusher
Are good for chatter

Shadows and bags
Weekly girl mags

Gossip time and toast
They all have a boast


Slimming and fitness
Goal is the witness

If you've tales to tell
Their your best pal

Talk behind you back
Of all that you lack

Mums school gang
Go off with a bang

They'll give you hell
Then say oh well
No reason to yell
You just don't gel
I wish you didn't have the things I love
I wish you didn't have my thoughts
my hopes and my dreams
I am loosing myself and every thing I am

my favourite song is my memory of you
and my favourite artist.. her pictures..
I can't see them and not think of you there,
with me
the soft pillows on my bed hold your scent
the soap I use smells of you
when I hear the birds sing
I can feel you in my heart

how did that happen?
how are you everywhere?
how did you become everything?

I drink my coffee and I taste you
I read and you have saturated the words
spilling them into my mind
every one of them spells your name
and I can't stop reading you.

I dream and you kiss my forehead
wishing me good night
I breathe and you fill my lungs with your laughter
I close my eyes and there you are..
in every inch of my consciousness
in the expanding of my unconscious mind
you have unpacked your bags and moved in
paying in advance..

I have become your home
but there is so much you
it seems I am loosing myself
and I wonder now where I end  
and you begin
if in my mind there is so much you
I fear, is there still room for me?
Playing with thoughts of obsession, infatuation, preoccupation.
****.. it's too early for this ****..
need more coffee
:o)
 Apr 2016 Phantom Poet
Savannah S
Sometimes I believe the
only reason my lips are
flickered on my face in this
grand fire of red,
is to say I love you and
kiss you and to
do dark things that
keep behind the
shades.

These ligaments O
What were they
created
for? To feel your
gooseflesh and
blushing
face, warm like
petunias

And I am your
carnation, daisy,
flower. My busy
bee, scholar,
how everything glitters
gold with
you.
I want to take one day
To just go out and play
To forget about the grown up ways

To run, jump and romp
Pretend I'm Godzilla and just stomp
Or be a creature from the swamp

Make mud pies let them bake in the sun
Flap my arms like a bird when I run
**** it I just want to have fun

To see the world again trough the eyes of my inner child
When everything left me so beguiled
To see things in that why,has been such a very long while

Innocence left me at age eight
Since then all I've seen is hate
On a scale my misery would be hard to rate

Is it to much to ask for just ONE day
To go out and have some fun and play
Just one single solitaire day without the gray
I never thought I'd believe in fate
     until I met you
I never thought I'd believe in 'happily everafter'
     until I held you
I never thought I'd believe in true love
     until I kissed you
I never thought I'd believe in 'the one'
     until the day you asked me to marry you
I never really thought I'd believe in anything
     **until you
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