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The wind kicks up and swirls around my head

I look up into the night sky and see....

the winking stars and the cool moon

staring back at me....they look down at me

watching and waiting to see what I might do.

I cannot fight the urge to dance.....

under those beautiful stars thats sing to me

beneath the moon that calls me back once more

I dance with fearless abandon....I dance

with my face turned heavenward

I absorb the light that is most comforting.

For a brief moment I become.....

one with the darkness that surrounds me.

I ventured into the attic the other day and stumbled upon a box. With merriment and great delight I picked it up and dusted it off. Eagerly I untied the ribbon that held the box shut tight excited to see what was enclosed. Inside were many envelopes and not much else. These only made me more curious and I cleared a spot on the floor. As I sat cross-legged upon the dusty floor, I began to empty the shoe box full of history spelled out in someone elses writing. The paper and envelopes were dated and tinted brown with age and so I handled them gingerly. I found that with unfolding them they still had a faint smell of must and something else ....perfume...could it be? I opened up my first and began to read of a time over 80 years ago. I read of being young and meeting someone new. I read of excitement and not knowing what to do. I read of chance meetings and brushed hands. I read of courting and swelling hearts. I kept on reading one by one and the letters stopped abruptly....in the end I read of love discovered and alas love lost through no control of their own. This last and final letter was covered in tear drop smudges and words barely legible anymore. I could not believe my own sadness in reading these words of loss and love thats never ending.

I see you in the window....I see you as you walk by.....I know the way you smile and the way your eyes twinkle when you do.....Your laughter is a salve for my soul and brings a smile to my face but I have to ask myself......do you see me? Do I exist in your heart or am I something that occupies your time....something that tickles your fancy? I dont want to be a toy anymore.....I dont want to be a plaything. I have been played with and used far to much and I dont know how much more my heart can take. When will someone see me?

So beautiful and so fair...how could it be that she, a princess of all things, would fall for someone so dark and mysterious. She doesnt know his name and though his face is veiled in shadows more often than not...his eyes shine in her direction whenever she sees him. Would she still love him when she finds that he is a creature of the night....that he must drink the fluid of life....that which our hearts pumps forth...to survive?