Reading the works by Sally, Vicki, Catherine(SoulSurvivor), Ryn, Deborah, Elizabeth, and Pamela Rae, is akin to drinking champagne from a crystal flute. Me, cheap beer from a Mason Jar.
my dearest friend, do not be afraid of the sweet freedom of speech to let your mind wander let your words pour straight from your heart conduct a symphony of poetry welcome to a dark, mysterious world
Under the grieving moon we whispered secrets long kept. Beneath the roaring waves that drowned us as... we quietly wept.
We spoke in hushed tones of promises made to last. Our cracked voices melded with the echoes of a time... of a fond memory in the past.
Water in our mouths with words we jousted and lunged. Heard only as hapless gurgles and inaudible whimpers. Unparried speculations unsheathed and then plunged.
We cupped our wounds and retreated knowing that we each drew blood. We kissed with our eyes, broke down walls and welcomed the flood.
We wiped our cheeks now smeared hot with tears. Where did we err? Who do we blame... for dishevelled years?
We would never know... but we must learn. Time had shown us our mistakes but our hearts had taught us eternal love that burns.