Always out of reach they seem,
I reached and reached again.
Insubstantial, and naught but dreams,
they wax and then they wain.
Soul, free to fly,
at last I understand.
And then I found
I held stars within my hand.
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Sunday, May 2, 2010
Sailing Away
"Hoist all sails!" The bosun called as the ship crept out of the safety of the harbor. The men on board were quick to obey the orders. They chanted in unison as they worked the sails, the call and the rhythm setting the pace. There was a chant for leaving the harbor and for coming in. There were many for short hauls, for halyarding , and for the capstan.
Men scuttled up the netting and out onto the yardarms, loosing the sails that would catch the wind. The men below hauled on the lines to put them in place.
The breeze was freshening and the day promising. The perfect day to be off on the sea; to wherever the wind and currents took them. The old men and the young men alike raised their voices in the chant to raise the sails. The broad squares of white cloth boomed as the wind caught them, filling and rapidly baring the ship away into the horizon.
Ryan pulled with the others, raising his clear tenor voice with the others. They were leaving and their song echoed over the sea.
In the Black Ball line I served my time
To me way-aye-aye, hurray-ah
And that's the line where you can shine
Hurrah for the Black Ball Line
Men scuttled up the netting and out onto the yardarms, loosing the sails that would catch the wind. The men below hauled on the lines to put them in place.
The breeze was freshening and the day promising. The perfect day to be off on the sea; to wherever the wind and currents took them. The old men and the young men alike raised their voices in the chant to raise the sails. The broad squares of white cloth boomed as the wind caught them, filling and rapidly baring the ship away into the horizon.
Ryan pulled with the others, raising his clear tenor voice with the others. They were leaving and their song echoed over the sea.
In the Black Ball line I served my time
To me way-aye-aye, hurray-ah
And that's the line where you can shine
Hurrah for the Black Ball Line
She Would Remember
Shane ducked behind the black curtains on the stage. His heart pounding. She had been sitting closer to the stage tonight. He did not know if she had seen him; he was hoping to spark her memories before he revealed himself. The best way he could think of was to sing. His green eyes reflected what little light was backstage. Gathering his things he walked out the back stage door.
Yes, Alastrina would remember. He would make sure of that. He had seen her perk up when she heard him sing. She would remember in time. And they would be happy again as they once were.
Yes, Alastrina would remember. He would make sure of that. He had seen her perk up when she heard him sing. She would remember in time. And they would be happy again as they once were.
Sketching
Kim studied the contours before her. She had never tried her hand at sketching, but David was a willing model. His bare back was towards her, his muscled rippling down the length of his body. He stood in a doorway, his arms raised and resting against the frame. His hair was tousled and his jeans hung just perfectly on his slender hips.
"Are you finished?" David was not impatient, but he wanted to see how it had turned out. His skin itched just slightly as she could feel her eyes on his bare back.
"Nope."
Kim was in fact finished, but she was not quite ready for him to put his shirt back on yet.
Old Man
"Go to the Old Man. Find him and you will find me." These words were whispered hurriedly, and urgently into her ear before he ran.
"Wait!" She called after him. "What old man? Who? How do I find him?"
"Find him!" The words were faint, and the figure was rapidly disappearing.
'How am I to find him when I don't know which old man to look for. There are millions of old men in the world.'
*****
Anna had been lithe and beautiful when her search had started. At times she had wanted to give up. She had looked up every old man that she could think that Thomas knew. She had not found him. Now she was pale, a shadow of her former self. Still she continued to search.
****
Anna was old, it was hard for her to continue; she hardly remembered now why she should, why it mattered. The only thing that kept her going was the fact that she had not found the old man. She didn't think the old man existed anymore, but her love's command that she find the old man still rang in her mind.
Anna lowered her aching body beside a great tree, leaning against the rough bark. It was harsh against her paper thin skin.
"Anna, you made it." The voice seemed to come from the tree itself, ancient and woody.
"Thomas." Anna sighed, closing here eyes for the last time.
Thomas stepped from within the confines of the tree, and looked at his love, Tenderly he reached out and grasped her cooling hand. Pulling gently he drew her young soul towards him.
Leaving her body behind he bore her towards a new life; with him at her side. Forever.
"Wait!" She called after him. "What old man? Who? How do I find him?"
"Find him!" The words were faint, and the figure was rapidly disappearing.
'How am I to find him when I don't know which old man to look for. There are millions of old men in the world.'
*****
Anna had been lithe and beautiful when her search had started. At times she had wanted to give up. She had looked up every old man that she could think that Thomas knew. She had not found him. Now she was pale, a shadow of her former self. Still she continued to search.
****
Anna was old, it was hard for her to continue; she hardly remembered now why she should, why it mattered. The only thing that kept her going was the fact that she had not found the old man. She didn't think the old man existed anymore, but her love's command that she find the old man still rang in her mind.
Anna lowered her aching body beside a great tree, leaning against the rough bark. It was harsh against her paper thin skin.
"Anna, you made it." The voice seemed to come from the tree itself, ancient and woody.
"Thomas." Anna sighed, closing here eyes for the last time.
Thomas stepped from within the confines of the tree, and looked at his love, Tenderly he reached out and grasped her cooling hand. Pulling gently he drew her young soul towards him.
Leaving her body behind he bore her towards a new life; with him at her side. Forever.
Glimpse of a Life.
Jared gently picked up the black rose that had been left on his table, each petal absolutely perfect. He drew his finger along the silky soft contours of the flower, remembering. There was no note, none was needed. The rose said it all. She would not be coming back. He had lost her forever.
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