Sunday Scribblings 2-24-07 Puzzled

What had just happened?

He stood in the park, looking up to the waning moon. Nothing was making sense to him now. This morning, no, 20 minutes ago, the world was full of possibilities and he had it all in his sites. Now, it was all scattered to the wind, tiny pieces of paper shredded and tossed. He sat on the edge of the fountain and looked at his reflection.

She had said no.

He thought she was the last, the missing piece to the puzzle of his life. The picture was almost complete; he would soon see what his destiny was. Now, that piece was lost forever, the picture incomplete, and the puzzle disassembled. He would have to start putting them back together, mending his broken heart and looking for the piece that fit. Read more!

Sunday Scribblings: Crush-2-18-07

Some thoughts on what it is like in the first blush of a crush:

Would That I

Would that I could take your days
and fill them all with light.
Would that I could end your days
with crystal pure starlight.

Would that I could ease your mind
and keep your woes at bay.
Would that I could sprinkle joy
on your every living day.

Would that I could shoulder
all the problems that you face.
Would that I could carry you
to slow your running pace.

Would that I could take the brunt
of all of your attacks.
Would that I could shield your heart
from all the breaks and cracks.

Would that I could be the one
who champions your cause.
Would that I could be the one
who takes away your flaws.

Would that I could look ahead,
show you your future life.
Would that I could turn time's wheel
to a time less filled with strife.

Would that I could be right there
to hold you when you cry.
Would that I could speak to you,
to look into your eyes.

Would that I could make you smile
and heal the hurt you feel.
Would that I could do it alland help your soul to heal.
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