A Dance for the AngelsThey met under the stars, Bach's Triple Concerto playing softly in the background. Eyes met for the first time, but strangers they were not. In unison, they reached for one another, and began a dance for the angels to watch... her arm draped over his shoulder; his arm drawn around her waist. A dance in which no words were needed to be exchanged.The clouds moved in at an andante pace, complimenting the beat of the Concerto of violins in A minor. Rain began to fall, and wet hair covered the girl's face. Yet they continued their dance. Passions were high- no sounds but the drops of the rain. The harmonies of Bach, and their deep breaths, frantically keeping up to pace.A passionate dance for the angels. Two bodies became one- no feet moved... yet they danced. What a lovely dance it was. Their bodies soaking wet from the rain. Bach's Brandenburg Concerto playing in the distance...
The PhotographerA pale man removed his shirt while I took his photograph with my camera. I could remember this very moment forever. The black and white film caught the glimmer of youth in his skin and the innocence in his grey eyes. Lips so soft and sweet, made me long for a warm embrace of a kiss that lingered on. His hands were solid and strong, and I could feel the security of being held. His frame slender, but not frail. His long neck looked as appealing to me as it would a starving vampire. His heart pulsed beneath the skin, in veins that showed through his fair complexion. I realized I wanted this. I wanted it all, but it seemed so impossible. Lost in the moment, I finished the shoot. I hadn't gained anything, but a moment of time, frozen with reality. At least I captured it all on film.
Ride With MeI've packed my things and my bags.My Hell is an empty hole.I'm waiting for you to pick me up,so I can run away from my soul.We'll drive into tomorrowand embrace a world of love and fear.We'll ride into a life of blissand race into high gear.Take to the stars and ride with me-for all one has is the other.Say goodbye to the old universe;Hold on to your lover.Keep warm and safe on this long run trip.Always be ready to take a chance.Come and ride with me,Under the full moon we shall dance.
End of the RoadI recall you leaving me behindat a road placed in a voidamongst a magnificent shadow of the forrest.I followed the path to the lakeand sat upon a garden under the hot sun.My thoughts drifted frantically into the winds.Looking up onto the great skies-Madness shattered down my cool skin.You had gone, leaving me to bare this bitter lie.The moon arose, fully waxed.I laid my head on a smooth bed of pebbles,Shivering in the cold, at the end of the road.My dreams took me away,I began to wane into deep sleep.All was forgotten.
Where he Can be FoundHe saw something one day,Something he saw everyday.Mirrored shadows darkened his shine.Deep pockets rested amongst jaded lines.Ghostly reflections on paper thin skin.Worn muscles growing thin.A depth to which no one else could see.A depth to which no one else could be.He saw his time fading fast;Until his breath was his very last.He died alone, no tears were shed-First alive and now buried, and dead.The old man rests below the ground,where his bones can still be found.