we're wild creatures
loving, yearning, touching, seeking.

she's all sunlight today,
running, learning, humming, being.

i'm at the mercy of those eyes-- i've realized
she is not the edge of oblivion, but rather hiding in a state of it sometimes.
her detachment to this plane might run rampant but she can't deny this.
she can't deny us. there's sparks when we meet, our auras collide, unseen to human eye.

what a lovely thing, this creature of beauty. we're glimmering, glowing and the golden light reflects from her hair and on to me. she's no angel but i swear it's a halo surrounding us.

i press my cheek to hers. i match gazes, fingers entwined. she grins, and god, i've never seen something more entrancing. all i can do is hold on for dear life.

she holds out her hand and with a simple command, "spin for me,"
and i do. i spin and spin and she smiles with satisfaction. i'm hers, i'm her dancer, even if only for a moment.

one more brief touch, she leaves a sweet chamomile scent and spring air in her wake.

my heart is so full.
this is love, this is love, this is love.

This will not break me
I may posses a wooden heart
Which bobs along through tempest
And calm
But you'll never find me wrecked on the bottom
Weighed down
Fighting for air

You can learn
to love a voice
on a telephone,
but you can never
hold it
in your arms.
   mce

Poems are messages in bottles
tossed into a sea
that does not care
if they be found or not.

Thank you for finding this one.

You can keep the bottle.

   mce

"Lift me up, Lord,
for my soul is heavy
and my time is near."*

When you were
all shot to pieces
and death
was smiling
and prowling
nearby,
they made
the sweetest
sound in
the world.
   ~mce

Met you
in the fall;
loved you
through
the winter;
you left me
in the spring

In between,
you saved
my life.

True love
need not
be forever
to be true.

Beyond the meadow near a wooded field
a long held mystery was revealed
                               a key...
                                       a map...
                                             a hidden door...
were all just waiting to be explored.

A small hand reaches for the key unlocking magic for a child to see...
                                      the map...
                                             the door
                                                   begin to glow
to a whispering voice...
                                      "There's more to know"
Enter
Lilith a child of nine who's convinced she's lived a million times...
Enter
Fairies            
                                       fluttering around from right to left....
                                       guiding her toward the path that's best.

An angel whispers once again...
                                       "Careful of creatures disguised as friends"
Narrator
A force,
           or -- hand,
                     began to pull her in
                                              and, soon she began to fall, and spin.

And so the journey now begins ...
                                    Lilith wakes in Faraway
                                              
a place she dreamed to go one day.

EXT. Faraway - NIGHT

FADE IN:

Narrator

Lilith see's creatures crawling everywhere
                                         they all have green eyes, and purple hair...

                                                   TO BE CONTINUED