My original muse.

Upon the meeting of their eyes his heart sank deep into the ocean of emotions that we call love. He remembers the time his chance was there, how he felt inside, how her touch felt, on his skin. The way she made him feel when they would just sit there s he read out loud to her, and how he saw her look at him when he glanced up from the book to see if she was still even there. His heart filled with a joy, appreciation and happiness unlike any he had ever felt before. Sadly a time like that had to end sooner or later. He still remembers it all, but he doubts that she even has the brink of the memory to this day. I have changed so much since then, i have went into the deep corners of my heart and found the passion of writing which she originally gave me, even though i never told her. But first in these later years have i started to master my craft. She will always be my original muse. She was my first inspiration to pursue this locked away passion. Many of my scribblings and works till this day still contains at least a small part of what she initially inspired. I thank her for that like i would thank every other muse i have had even though she was my first.

The girl with the braided hair.

You know, when i was young at the age of 18 i one day saw a girl with braided hair in the dale not so far from my house. I sat on a rock watching her dance around. I saw her, in her beautiful summer dress, her hair  braided with two separate ones, one on each side of her head and with one hanging down with her other wise long beautiful blond, loose hair past her shoulders. She danced so happy and peacefully between those many colorful newly blossomed flowers down in the dale. She sang so beautifully and innocently to the flowers. I knew she had seen me, maybe she was also partially singing to me, even though we had never met before. Maybe it was our fate to one day meet and fall in love. I with all my heart hope so.

The Shackled Girl.

as you slowly open your eyes the sight that meets you is a forest of ice. This ice in all the colors of the rainbow. The forest silent, tranquil and full of harmony. A snow rabbit skitters from one bush to the next. The icy trees, looking exactly like its a normal forests counterpart. You start walking, after awhile you come to a big tree, it looks like a cherry tree. Its petals made from a rose colored ice, its flowers fully blossomed rose and white creating a truly beautiful sight. The stem of the tree created from brown ice, as your eyes slowly run down over it you see her. She is wearing a long white nightgown. Her hair hangs freely and her beautiful eyes look at you with relief and happiness. She is shackled to the tree by chains of ice, You fre her and she wrraps her arms around you in a warm and caring hug.

The Small fawn.

Wither morns and the trees leafs fall. As tomorrow dawns through the forest i walk as i come upon a small fawn, so sad and hurt the fawn looks. Bandaged and fed the fawn leapt from its prone demise and now it stands and smiles, with hope and joy in its eyes. The small fawn starts to walk, while we walk these words come as i talk “Oh you cute and small fawn, how lucky i was to find you this morn, yesterday was so sad and gray while full of disarray. But today is a glorious day for finally i for my sins pay” The small fawn upon me looked, and as i so often had seen, up and down its head it shook. Upon the time we reached the peer we instantly saw a small group of deer. The small fawn i met this morn ran over to the group of deer and all together they started in their own way to cheer. And so the deer and the small fawn of mine went back to their silent and peaceful home to finally play and dine. As i that night in my bed laid all i could think about was the words that i thought when i saw the small fawn “When i lie hurt and sad i hope someone like me will come and fill me with happiness and joy, helping me back upon my legs and save me from that despair”.

The Woman in the lake

As a new day dawns the birds sing and the breeze makes the golden corn in the vast fields sway. The veiling light from the sun which in every animal bathes.  As the dark, silent night once again dawns, the nocturnal creatures of the night come out. Bathing in the pale moon light from the moon is a dark shape, like a silhouette, only the outlining is visible. You slowly walk over to the bay of the small lake, you can see the moon and your surroundings reflected in the clear lake. As you slowly get closer to the lake you see a tall well built young woman, she has deep blue eyes and long blond hair. She looks at you with a bright and happy smile. You know you have found her, your true love.

Cherry Tree

As the petals from the cherry tree upon the snowy winter ground fall, all i think of is being with you. The cabin which we within lie warmed only by our bodies under the the soft blanket. Only the two of us, in the harmony and peace. Only our hot bodies against each other. The love filling the air with the beauty of two people loving each other completely, without consequences, without limits, only the beauty of love.

The true cabin

The rain pouring down, clashing against your window. The sky is gray as seems the room you are in, she walks in filling the room with happy colors as your heart starts racing. Everything is silent till she opens her beautiful mouth softly saying those magnificently beautiful words "i love you". It fills the room with a happy tune while you can slightly hear your racing heartbeat right before you say "i love you too" she comes and joins you under the blanket in the heavenly soft bed and you both go to sleep.

Intertwined

As the sun and the moon there differences are, yet their hearts are intertwined. Their love everlasting, while they are inseparable, as their minds wander, each of their different genius making them able to imagine and wander in their own worlds, yet also in each others because of the bond their love has created between them.