Judi Taylor

I just did not think that it would take so much out of me;
this constant craving.

Words spoken in fear
from a past that haunts
and brings with it a sword.
Our joy is diminished like a
vase of forgotten roses.

I did not know her in life but I was a part of her from long ago through the ages. I strained to hold back tears. I could see her so clearly now.

Don’t tease me
I cried
My fingers clenched
in a fist.
Who is standing
here
calling to me in the
mist?

In every shadow there is some light that filters through. If it were not true no shadow could be cast, only darkness.

He was an honorable man and an intelligent man and a man full of kindness with much love to give. He made it clear that he wanted her in every way a man could want a woman

Her son saw her looking at the little mark on her grandson’s finger. A huge smile came across her son’s face. Had he remembered the secret?

He slid it across, wetting his lip as he did so. The sensual look on his face told me all I needed to know. It was hot and was about to get hotter!

Window seat … who doesn’t love the window seat? Her spirit wanted to soar outside those windows!

His legs were wrapped around hers, holding her tightly against him. She felt the power of his hold on her entire body. She had no desire to move away from him.

“Only kiss me if you mean it,” she whispered and lowered her head again giving him permission to let her go.

Through eyes that had turned red and stinking, she looked again into the mirror. She looked deeply into her own eyes.

"I know I am in there …." she said, "somewhere!"

"I always felt cheated," he said, "that we never really had a Dad."

And young man strolled by.
I gave him a nod and a quick smile.
"Peace", he said as he held up two fingers!

How many before her had he given the book? None!
She was the only one because they shared something so beautiful that few ever really understand. A wisdom, "crazy wisdom" ....

You would take
the red
ribbon from
your hair
and show it
to him
telling
him that
he was more
beautiful
than all the red
ribbons in the world.

Thunder’s roar is the pain and
lightning stabbing the darkness is the sadness.

The smoothness of the stone made it look like a polished gem. But it was a river rock whose surface was smoothed by the water rushing over it.

I will call you "Swift", she whispered.

the sunset and sunrise
make him cry ….
the stars at night
make him sigh …

he wants only to
make me smile …
and he does!

He etched our initials in a tree and put a heart around it. Do young men still do that these days? Perhaps, young men in love …