The Night is Full of Stars

The night sky is full of stars tonight
And in their shadows, I remember you.
The turn of your head,
Slight curve of your nose,
That engaging smile,
And lying eyes.
The night sky is full of stars tonight.
And just like that,
I remembered why
We said goodbye.

Sparkling waters glitter in the dark
Quiet waves seduced by the wind
They’re calling my name.
My name. My name. My—
There’s no use to examine
The no’s and the why’s.
For right now the echoes overwhelm
And the past overrides the longings.
A drop slides down the leaf
Eager to follow the beckon of the wind.

Snowfall

I hope you find my soul shining

Like I see yours.

Glowing with life and laughter

A mere smile lights up the floor.

Do you know how beautiful you are?

Like snow falling slowly

On my knitted wrapped hand.

While cold wind makes my face red

And joy fills my heart.

I wish you could see from my eyes

How I see you.

Like wishes and dreams come true

Your sunlight peaks through the storm.

A pit-a-pat staccato of sighs

And you melt the darkness inside.

You’re a wonder you know.

Come a little closer and make me

Warmer.

Jane of the Shadows: Chapter 5 -- The Planning

Once, when I was ten years old, I unknowingly got myself lost in the forest behind our farm house. It was the middle of winter and everything got dark quicker. I was bundled in my father’s old hunting coat and my hand-me-down booths which were so thin that as soon my feet started to feel heavy because of the cold which seeped into them. I was only planning on gathering fire sticks and some winter berries, but as my inherent bad luck would have it, I took the wrong turn somewhere and got lost.

For hours I forced myself to walk—to find my way back home. I was scared of the sounds coming from the dark. One part of me was convinced that I was going to die in that place. Especially when I passed by a mark that I made for the third time. I knew no one was going to come to my rescue. I couldn’t even ask for help. All I could do was cry quietly and imagine the worst.

She was probably glad that was out of the house. Maybe she even prayed that wild animals would kill me. I wouldn’t put it pass her.

But just when I thought that there was no hope—that I was finally going to die—I saw a faint light. Then it started getting bigger and bigger. Until, finally, I recognized it as a light from a torch. Soon I saw the shadowed face of my father filled with worry. He kept on turning his head and calling my name. I cannot fully explain the joy that I felt then. Even though she beat me later that night for getting lost, I couldn’t forget the feeling that I had when I realized that my father—my stepfather—came for me. I think that was the time I’ve fully decided that he’s the most important person in my life.

That feeling that I had then, it was almost the same lurching joy that I felt when I realized that Grey was there again. To talk to me.