Post by The Warden on Feb 24, 2009 22:36:22 GMT -5
Denver.
The lady whispered her own named into the air around her. She stood alone, watching the sun rise to its place in the heavens. But the fog around her never burned away, never dissipated. It hung over the marshlands like a child clings to its mother. Vainly her eyes strained to see through the fog, to make the figure of one for whom she waited. She could almost hear him calling her, could almost feel his body brushing hers... She imagined him appearing out of the mist, her one true love. Her lips moved soundlessly as again she prayed for the lover, the friend, that she had never truly had and for whom her heart ached and longer for.
The mulberry-marked bay bent her head in regret. If only she had looked harder, if only she had pursued more males in her youth, if only she was more beautiful...
If only.
The lady whispered her own named into the air around her. She stood alone, watching the sun rise to its place in the heavens. But the fog around her never burned away, never dissipated. It hung over the marshlands like a child clings to its mother. Vainly her eyes strained to see through the fog, to make the figure of one for whom she waited. She could almost hear him calling her, could almost feel his body brushing hers... She imagined him appearing out of the mist, her one true love. Her lips moved soundlessly as again she prayed for the lover, the friend, that she had never truly had and for whom her heart ached and longer for.
The mulberry-marked bay bent her head in regret. If only she had looked harder, if only she had pursued more males in her youth, if only she was more beautiful...
If only.