old stone..

looking at him with weeping eyes "ill help you jump!"
as her own body fell beneath her own feet.. through the concrete into the cold air between water and stone.
her voice seemed tot carry only but an inch
her eyes and body not paid wage to
and alone her hand slipped his
he stood stoic with a smile
that bared no resemblence to hers.

let's do this!

hoot!

2010

with my hair in rollers, a bride-to-be at my side, and a ghost looming over me.
That's how it began.
it continued with careful footsteps
that escalated to a flutter by the spring
and danced furiously in the summers heat
my sunshine was too bright for our fall
and the winter blues never came.

Happy new year to all..
(heart) teamlove