somthing I wrote for a group I belong to


Memories

Once again I sit beneath the weeping willows.They surround and embrace my pain. Waiting for what seems like hours for the sun to go down. My wait is coming toa end as I watch it melt away from the sky and sink into what seems to be infinity.
As the last burst of sun fades I spin into my own thoughts, letting myself wonder. Memories of moments I reached utopia in my heart. As I continue to plunder the shadows of my mind I see the faces of those I once loved.
Under the silent sheets of the night I invision a warm face. Was this my mother? I envision more faces some seem to mean more then others. I also see a person, much different then myself now.
A shadow moves across the moon.It brings me back from before I was forgotten in a world with such haste.
I stand to look at the moon it's brightness symbolizes the happiness before all this gloom. I smile as my creator is beckoning me to come. I leave my safety of the willows. I am no longer among those memories. Tonight my creator will make me his bride. These mortal memories will be filled with the beautiful darkness and his eternal love. i am no longer human I thirst for blood. But I am no monster I am his female. I will be no hunter thismy creator desires my softness.He whispers to me of castles and lives we have lived and loved before. He is my destiny my eternity my love. And my memories....



Poetry by Bobbie
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Written on 2005-11-21 at 19:50

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