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A warm Day in WinterI awoke this morning and I heard
Such a clatter from one bird
I rubbed my eyes and looked around
And I wondered, "What's that sound?"
I stepped outside and to my surprise
All the birds and all their cries
It was such a warm and gorgeous day
I pondered rightly, if it were May
I pondered so because it was winter
Summer long gone like a hundred yard sprinter
So I wondered, "What's all this?"
Thinking something was amiss
Had I slept the winter through
Without a single cup of brew?
There was no need to light a fire
The temperature made me perspire
I flipped the tube to forty-five
To me which was a great surprise
The words the man said I remember
It was just a warm December
I Can Not Love You NowPlease don't haunt me in the night
while I try to sleep
Remembering what we had before
will make the memories keep
I do not want to think of you
as you were back then
I really can not think of you
and what we had back when
Get out of my head and let me be-
I do not want you here
I have moved on; forgotten you;
I will not waste a tear
So stop haunting me and go away-
I'm happy with my life
I'm with someone who loves me dear
and now I am his wife
Please go away and let me sleep-
I do not want you now
I'm not going to think of you-
on this I solemnly vow
I will be rid of you for good
once I realize how
Good-bye lost love, forevermore-
I cannot love you now.
In Memory of YouI wish that I could see you now;
just one more look at you
Your eyes are perfect as they are;
so what if they're not blue
The way that you would look at me
sent shivers down my spine
You'd say to me, "You're beautiful;
I'm glad that you're all mine"
I loved it when I'd touch your hair
and take your curls in hand
I wondered what it would be like,
us lying in the sand
I miss you so it hurts to think
how life is without you
I wish that when I'd wake from sleep
my dreams would all be true
I would be with you every day
until the end of time
Oh what a life I'd have with you,
that would be sublime
But dreams are all for dreamers
who fantasize at heart
I really should have made the leap,
from the very start.
I've lost my mind, I thinkJust a line to say I'm living
That I'm not among the dead
Though I'm getting more forgetful
More mixed up in the head
For sometimes I can't remember
When I stand at the foot of the stairs
If I must go up for something
Or if I just came down from there
And sometimes before the fridge I stand
My poor mind is filled with doubt
Have I just put the food away
Or have I come to take some out
And there's times when it is dark out
With my nightcap on my head
I don't know if I'm retiring
Or just getting out of bed
So if it's my turn to write you
There's no use of getting sore
I may think I've written
And don't want to be a bore
So remember I do love you
And wish that you were here
But now it's nearly mailing time
So I must say "Good-night, Dear"
There I stood beside the mailbox
With my face so very red
Instead of mailing my letter
I've opened it instead
My Last DayThe time has come for my good-bye.
I've loved this all and don't ask why.
I'm going on a beautiful day.
I wouldn't want it another way.
The cool fall breeze brushes my cheeks.
I haven't felt this way in weeks.
It is my calling from the sky.
I never realized it was so high.
The clouds break up and drift away.
I know so many would like me to stay.
But nay, I must be on my way.
I don't have time to stay and play.
But don't be sad or mourn too much.
Don't cry or weep or anything such.
I'm not afraid, my time has come.
I will return where I come from.
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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