Red Wine
His eyes sweetly sexy, drowsy
Relaxing after a long hard day
I offer him a glass of red wine
Smiling he lifts it to his lips
Tinting them a blush of crimson
Watching him savoring the taste
His pleasure is all my own
Setting the delicate glass down
“May I taste your glass of wine?”
“Help yourself he tells me gently.”
I lean over to brush his lips softly
My lips tasting the wine upon his
“Do you approve of your choice?”
He smiles coyly up into my eyes
Some unnamed game is now afoot
He takes another sip of his wine
Swirling it around inside his mouth
“Would you like another taste?”
The smile in his eyes warms me
He pulls me down into his embrace
Cupping my face within warm fingertips
He draws me down into a deeper kiss
The taste our wine heady and luscious
Mixed with the love between our kiss
Angel Hart Poetry
(C)Friday, May 01, 2009
Red Wine II
Lips tinted crimson wine
The taste of him pressed
Softly against my lips
The warmth spreads
Sitting on his lap cradled
Loving his strong arms
Gently wrapped around me
The muscles of his thighs
Strong against my feminine ones
His kisses leave me breathless
Mixed with the taste of wine
His eyes dark and dreamy
Gazing inside of mine
The ardor of his passion
My body hungry to feel him
His lips know mine fully
I ache to taste him everywhere
The wine warms his lips
I long to warm him completely
Be filled and fulfilled
Until we are both spent
(C)5/2/2010
Angel Hart
Monday, May 31, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
When a door closes on a life (Rest in Peace Pop)
When a door closes on a life (Rest in Peace Pop)
I was a kid when I met my future father in law. He was a fun loving guy with a ready smile and the ability to be as silly as the nearest kid to him. He laughed easy liked to tease and taunt like a kid but it was all out of love. As I heard the news of his sudden passing yesterday I thought immediately when was the last time I saw him or said I love you to him. The answer that came to both was I love you on the phone as we always said before we hung up and eating pizza in my living room a few short days ago. We used to go to the movies and he was the one who usually started the popcorn fight. His love of movies was something fun to share with him even when he got a bit older and would fall asleep he swore he saw the entire film. Just a moment and a little memory to honor someone who was special to many. He will be laid to his final rest over the next few days. Tears will be shed condolences shared with hugs and family, friends and others who knew him. Then we have the good times left to sustain us until what I believe in my heart that we will meet again one day in heaven. Rest in peace Pop, Joe as he was known by all. You will be missed.
I was a kid when I met my future father in law. He was a fun loving guy with a ready smile and the ability to be as silly as the nearest kid to him. He laughed easy liked to tease and taunt like a kid but it was all out of love. As I heard the news of his sudden passing yesterday I thought immediately when was the last time I saw him or said I love you to him. The answer that came to both was I love you on the phone as we always said before we hung up and eating pizza in my living room a few short days ago. We used to go to the movies and he was the one who usually started the popcorn fight. His love of movies was something fun to share with him even when he got a bit older and would fall asleep he swore he saw the entire film. Just a moment and a little memory to honor someone who was special to many. He will be laid to his final rest over the next few days. Tears will be shed condolences shared with hugs and family, friends and others who knew him. Then we have the good times left to sustain us until what I believe in my heart that we will meet again one day in heaven. Rest in peace Pop, Joe as he was known by all. You will be missed.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Just me
Sitting home today and tomorrow with two damn lost days of work because of some unknown spontaneous allergic reaction to some unknown source. Left eye is swollen nearly shut, red rash on neck, arms and left side of face and feeling like Quazimodo right now. Itchy as all hell and bored out of my mind so here I am writing. My cats are sound asleep respectively one on my pillow on my bed and the other on her towel that she claimed weeks ago on a table. They are both very sweet but not much for company each dead out asleep. I bet if I jingled the toy they love they would wake up. it is overcast outside with the promise of rain. I would love a good thunderstorm they fire my imagination to write. I never gave much in the way of an introduction here so here it is in a nutshell. Born and raised in Brooklyn, NY the eldest of 4 kids, half Italian and half Russian decent which makes me hot blooded and stubborn all the way around thanks mom and dad. I have written short stories and poetry since I was able to write a written word and hold a pen. Other than that I am occasionally schizophrenic of my own design of it and jokingly bipolar or so I have been told. My current extreme love is Canada for recreational visits and it's multitude of brilliant singers. Everything else will come to light one way or another in time...
Sunday, May 16, 2010
(Poetry) Autumn Heart
Autumn Heart
What blaze of autumn heart does beat within my breast?
A vibrant gust of beauty that falls in my words quietly to the earth
To slumber soon beneath the winter mantle of frozen crust
In seasons death my winter heart flourishes as cold as the ice
Not longing for the thaw for ‘tis better to be numb and cold
Melting hurts so intensely to feel at all except the occasional icy winter tear
Looking at the patch of ice like a glass mirror on the ground
I gaze inside of unfamiliar eyes that do not show who I am
Why is a stranger whom I do not recognize looking back at me?
A lonesome black crow caws among the snow laden winter branches
Cawing and crying out for those lost souls who do not answer
Turning away from my reflection I move on like a silent sentinel
Afraid I will awaken and realize I am alive and I actually have to live
I see a sparrow covering the snow with tiny tracks looking for a morsel
Am I the sparrow begging for the crumbs of my life to satiate me?
The autumn leaves brown and long forgotten beneath the winter white
Trampled and lost covering ground just the same as I tread upon it
I catch my image in a pane of ice on the ground and I step on it roughly
Shattering the image into shards of the stranger beneath my own feet
I long for autumn and someplace that I cannot remember very well
Perhaps it is my spirit longing for a brief moment in which I allow it to be free
© 2001 Angel Hart Poetry
What blaze of autumn heart does beat within my breast?
A vibrant gust of beauty that falls in my words quietly to the earth
To slumber soon beneath the winter mantle of frozen crust
In seasons death my winter heart flourishes as cold as the ice
Not longing for the thaw for ‘tis better to be numb and cold
Melting hurts so intensely to feel at all except the occasional icy winter tear
Looking at the patch of ice like a glass mirror on the ground
I gaze inside of unfamiliar eyes that do not show who I am
Why is a stranger whom I do not recognize looking back at me?
A lonesome black crow caws among the snow laden winter branches
Cawing and crying out for those lost souls who do not answer
Turning away from my reflection I move on like a silent sentinel
Afraid I will awaken and realize I am alive and I actually have to live
I see a sparrow covering the snow with tiny tracks looking for a morsel
Am I the sparrow begging for the crumbs of my life to satiate me?
The autumn leaves brown and long forgotten beneath the winter white
Trampled and lost covering ground just the same as I tread upon it
I catch my image in a pane of ice on the ground and I step on it roughly
Shattering the image into shards of the stranger beneath my own feet
I long for autumn and someplace that I cannot remember very well
Perhaps it is my spirit longing for a brief moment in which I allow it to be free
© 2001 Angel Hart Poetry
Immortal Love
In honor of Halloween and my favorite Dracula...
Immortal Love
He found himself in a place called Brooklyn NY on October 31st his least favorite day of the year not that years still mattered to him for more than a hundred years. To an immortal times does not advance by days but just elongate into a blur of centuries. He realized to little to late that in his folly he had landed himself in NYC just before the mortal display of Halloween night and wanted nothing to do with the parade of mortal fake vampires that would people the city streets tonight. He went to the nearest place he could without thought of where it was and found himself in Brooklyn. He despised the cliche vampire theories about vampires sleeping in cemetery crypts although he had little choice of places to reside in peacefully in his unfamiliar surroundings tonight. All he desired was to find a shadow to retreat to on this all hallows eve so he retreated to the nearest cemetery to wait out the night and its fake plastic fanged teeth and cheep black capes. One might think this would be the perfect night for him to blend into his surroundings but the thought of all of it made him want to weep blood tears for the lack of respect to his kind by teenagers and fake vampire cult follower's. This night almost made him want to walk into the sunlight and be done with his immortality yet somehow he held on sure that his one true love would some day come back to his arms and heal his dead heart. He walked the cemetery grounds glancing at the grave markers not old by any means for his immortal years but they were fairly dated for this time period. He walked along the fence hating the sound of screeching passing cars. He was from a time where cars were unheard of and he had never gotten used to the progression of the ambition of mortals to use cars that were a constant noise on his keen senses to the night. It seemed sad that this huge cemetery seemed so forlorn and forgotten on a day when people should be celebrating the memory of loved ones passed rather than wearing cheep dime store costumes and begging for candy. He was lost in thought when he heard the scrape of a sound off in the distance and more than that could hear the heartbeat of a human. He thought to himself well now the night is looking up perhaps some dinner just walked into the cemetery. He walked to the sound and as he approached along the shadows he saw a female on the ground kneeling beside a grave flowers clutched in her hand and obviously weeping. A cascade of dark hair fell like a veil down her back and over her cheeks to shield her face. He stopped and inhaled the scent of her blood pulsing through her body warmly it made him ache to taste it. He watched her from a length of space away as she wept openly and occasionally looked to the sky in supplication. Surely this wretched creature was mourning someone lost to her and would be obviously happier to join them he mused not really caring as the thirst in him needed easing. As silent as a breath of air he came up behind her wilted form and in one motion had her standing pinned to him in his arms his teeth sinking into the warm press of her neck. The first taste of her was exquisite he could feel all of her pain and suffering. Her thoughts raced over him in a cascade of emotional waves. He saw her a scant few months ago standing lifeless over the same grave that of her husband who was a mere thirty mortal years when he died. Her despair was deafening to his senses. All of her pain poured into his mind like a flow of poison overwhelming him. He released her half drained body and she fell to the ground in a heap. His heart as it usually did when he fed felt the momentary fake warmth of beating for a few seconds then the nothingness but his thoughts swam. The love she felt for this man in his grave gave him an unnatural ache where love should be but not for hundreds of years for him. He had thought he found his beloved once but he had in the end been betrayed by her heart and he set her free. She breathed laying on the ground in shallow breaths trapped somewhere between living and dead. He curiously moved her hair away from her face in a macabre manner of an animal examining its prey. His own immortal breath caught in his throat as the vision of her anguished face came before his eyes. Her eyes half open she pleaded for her own end in her thoughts. She didn't care what he had done to her and it made his mind a jumble of confusion. He had never felt so much pain from any one human before. He gazed down at the grave marker and loathed the man beneath the ground that could make this woman love him so very much that her end would be her release. She opened her eyes and through a half alive gaze looked straight into his dark glance. Her pale trembling hand reached towards him almost unable to lift it towards him. Why did you stop was all she could say to him in a coarse sounding breath of words. Her pain transfixed him as did her beauty like some ethereal dying angel that only he could save from herself and render her back to heaven into her lovers arms. He crouched down beside her putting his hands behind her head to lift her towards his waiting release from hunger and hers from her torment on earth. Her eyes were glazed over in question looking back into his yet he hesitated. .He did not recognize the sound of his own voice" is this what you want he asked her, death?" she lifted her face towards him eyes beseeching him to end her torment. His eyes locked into hers he felt the pain of being left alone for so long tear through his immortal heart. It was as if he were truly feeling her anguished heart begging for release from the torture of being left behind. She had far less mortality in years to be in pain though than he had already lived and would live alone still. In a sardonic smile to himself he held her head in his one palm effortlessly and his other to his own lips raking a tear in his wrist with his own bite. Your pain will be my perfect love he said cruelly to her as he lowered his flowing wrist to her lips. the crimson flow of blood eased between her parted lips. She spat it out upon the first taste of his offering then an insatiable hunger overtook her and she bled him to near ecstasy for his kind. The river of his years almost driving her mind mad filling her head with his history as she drained him almost to breaking himself. Then at the last of his flow when he tore his wrist from her parted hungry lips the realization of what he had just done came clear into her minds eye. He was not a myth some childlike superstition on all hallows eve. She screamed out into the night in all of her anguish as he smiled into her eyes letting go of her to lay back on the ground. She would walk with him in torment forever as she lay on the cold ground in the cemetery beside her husbands grave wishing for true mortal death.
Happy Halloween!
(C) Angel Hart Short Stories
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Immortal Love
He found himself in a place called Brooklyn NY on October 31st his least favorite day of the year not that years still mattered to him for more than a hundred years. To an immortal times does not advance by days but just elongate into a blur of centuries. He realized to little to late that in his folly he had landed himself in NYC just before the mortal display of Halloween night and wanted nothing to do with the parade of mortal fake vampires that would people the city streets tonight. He went to the nearest place he could without thought of where it was and found himself in Brooklyn. He despised the cliche vampire theories about vampires sleeping in cemetery crypts although he had little choice of places to reside in peacefully in his unfamiliar surroundings tonight. All he desired was to find a shadow to retreat to on this all hallows eve so he retreated to the nearest cemetery to wait out the night and its fake plastic fanged teeth and cheep black capes. One might think this would be the perfect night for him to blend into his surroundings but the thought of all of it made him want to weep blood tears for the lack of respect to his kind by teenagers and fake vampire cult follower's. This night almost made him want to walk into the sunlight and be done with his immortality yet somehow he held on sure that his one true love would some day come back to his arms and heal his dead heart. He walked the cemetery grounds glancing at the grave markers not old by any means for his immortal years but they were fairly dated for this time period. He walked along the fence hating the sound of screeching passing cars. He was from a time where cars were unheard of and he had never gotten used to the progression of the ambition of mortals to use cars that were a constant noise on his keen senses to the night. It seemed sad that this huge cemetery seemed so forlorn and forgotten on a day when people should be celebrating the memory of loved ones passed rather than wearing cheep dime store costumes and begging for candy. He was lost in thought when he heard the scrape of a sound off in the distance and more than that could hear the heartbeat of a human. He thought to himself well now the night is looking up perhaps some dinner just walked into the cemetery. He walked to the sound and as he approached along the shadows he saw a female on the ground kneeling beside a grave flowers clutched in her hand and obviously weeping. A cascade of dark hair fell like a veil down her back and over her cheeks to shield her face. He stopped and inhaled the scent of her blood pulsing through her body warmly it made him ache to taste it. He watched her from a length of space away as she wept openly and occasionally looked to the sky in supplication. Surely this wretched creature was mourning someone lost to her and would be obviously happier to join them he mused not really caring as the thirst in him needed easing. As silent as a breath of air he came up behind her wilted form and in one motion had her standing pinned to him in his arms his teeth sinking into the warm press of her neck. The first taste of her was exquisite he could feel all of her pain and suffering. Her thoughts raced over him in a cascade of emotional waves. He saw her a scant few months ago standing lifeless over the same grave that of her husband who was a mere thirty mortal years when he died. Her despair was deafening to his senses. All of her pain poured into his mind like a flow of poison overwhelming him. He released her half drained body and she fell to the ground in a heap. His heart as it usually did when he fed felt the momentary fake warmth of beating for a few seconds then the nothingness but his thoughts swam. The love she felt for this man in his grave gave him an unnatural ache where love should be but not for hundreds of years for him. He had thought he found his beloved once but he had in the end been betrayed by her heart and he set her free. She breathed laying on the ground in shallow breaths trapped somewhere between living and dead. He curiously moved her hair away from her face in a macabre manner of an animal examining its prey. His own immortal breath caught in his throat as the vision of her anguished face came before his eyes. Her eyes half open she pleaded for her own end in her thoughts. She didn't care what he had done to her and it made his mind a jumble of confusion. He had never felt so much pain from any one human before. He gazed down at the grave marker and loathed the man beneath the ground that could make this woman love him so very much that her end would be her release. She opened her eyes and through a half alive gaze looked straight into his dark glance. Her pale trembling hand reached towards him almost unable to lift it towards him. Why did you stop was all she could say to him in a coarse sounding breath of words. Her pain transfixed him as did her beauty like some ethereal dying angel that only he could save from herself and render her back to heaven into her lovers arms. He crouched down beside her putting his hands behind her head to lift her towards his waiting release from hunger and hers from her torment on earth. Her eyes were glazed over in question looking back into his yet he hesitated. .He did not recognize the sound of his own voice" is this what you want he asked her, death?" she lifted her face towards him eyes beseeching him to end her torment. His eyes locked into hers he felt the pain of being left alone for so long tear through his immortal heart. It was as if he were truly feeling her anguished heart begging for release from the torture of being left behind. She had far less mortality in years to be in pain though than he had already lived and would live alone still. In a sardonic smile to himself he held her head in his one palm effortlessly and his other to his own lips raking a tear in his wrist with his own bite. Your pain will be my perfect love he said cruelly to her as he lowered his flowing wrist to her lips. the crimson flow of blood eased between her parted lips. She spat it out upon the first taste of his offering then an insatiable hunger overtook her and she bled him to near ecstasy for his kind. The river of his years almost driving her mind mad filling her head with his history as she drained him almost to breaking himself. Then at the last of his flow when he tore his wrist from her parted hungry lips the realization of what he had just done came clear into her minds eye. He was not a myth some childlike superstition on all hallows eve. She screamed out into the night in all of her anguish as he smiled into her eyes letting go of her to lay back on the ground. She would walk with him in torment forever as she lay on the cold ground in the cemetery beside her husbands grave wishing for true mortal death.
Happy Halloween!
(C) Angel Hart Short Stories
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Saturday, May 15, 2010
(Poetry) Piano Player
Piano Player
The silence just before the first stroke of the piano keys
Like the longing for a singular moment a deeper release
Ivory white and onyx black side by side like quiet soldiers
A gesture of notes that together are soft and moving into bolder
Waiting for the caress of fingertips like an intake of soft air
Filling the heart lost inside the music with joy or sad despair
Brushing over like a lover softly then the deepening caress of sound
Leaving one breathless with feelings of the heart left in astound
And the sound bursts forth sending tendrils of vibration reaching
Calling to something inner and divine as if it is singularly beseeching
To hold the ear fast in the passion of notes formed into a song
That take you on a journey that makes you ache, believe and long
As the music floats across the senses breathe in with no sense of inhaling
Ah to have an exit song to heaven played on piano when life is failing
Only a sound of the musician filling the room with an open heart and soul
Living is nothing without music to enchant and make a lost heart a whole
(C)Angel Hart Poetry
Friday, February 13, 2009
The silence just before the first stroke of the piano keys
Like the longing for a singular moment a deeper release
Ivory white and onyx black side by side like quiet soldiers
A gesture of notes that together are soft and moving into bolder
Waiting for the caress of fingertips like an intake of soft air
Filling the heart lost inside the music with joy or sad despair
Brushing over like a lover softly then the deepening caress of sound
Leaving one breathless with feelings of the heart left in astound
And the sound bursts forth sending tendrils of vibration reaching
Calling to something inner and divine as if it is singularly beseeching
To hold the ear fast in the passion of notes formed into a song
That take you on a journey that makes you ache, believe and long
As the music floats across the senses breathe in with no sense of inhaling
Ah to have an exit song to heaven played on piano when life is failing
Only a sound of the musician filling the room with an open heart and soul
Living is nothing without music to enchant and make a lost heart a whole
(C)Angel Hart Poetry
Friday, February 13, 2009
Silly stuff
Ok so apparently I am following myself as my own stalker since I do not have a clue what I am doing here yet. I will get it all eventually and I guess you can add talking to myself as well. LOL.
Just Magic part I & II
Just Magic
She waits in the woods beneath a veil of diamond stars for her beautiful wolf to come to her. The glint of his silver blue eyes that would gaze inside of hers with an ache they both know well. The footfalls of her lovers approach is masked and muffled by dew drenched leaves blanketing the forest floor. The deep timber of his growl reaches her like a song on the wind she knows his sound in her soul. She aches to press her face against the warmth of his pelt and inhale the scent of him. Wild night flowers lend a heady scent of spice and wooded smells to cling to the insides of her nostrils. She sniffs at the night air willing her mind to single him out knowing that from some hidden place he approaches her. She feels him near before she lays eyes upon him extending a hand out in silhouette in the moonlight to touch him gently. The sound of his heartbeat catches her ear and she turns to see him standing almost as majestic as the age of the forest itself before her. He is her lover, her secret heart, lovers eyes locked together that have loved an eternity and would wait longer than one to share one another’s love again. He walks to her turning upright to a man from the wolf, this man she will love through the night on the forest floor with naught but heavens stars to bear witness to them. Theirs is the love of mystical forest things long forgotten in fairytales. A love born of angels and wolves that transform to mortals long enough to love with every fiber of their being and by daylight achingly walk away through the footfalls of a river of tears until they are in the place of magic that calls them back to love again.
Angel Hart Writings ©2010
Just Magic II
The moon was a pale shadow hidden behind gray shaded clouds. She waited for her love down hearted knowing that unless the splendor of moonlight broke through the clouded night her wolf could not come to her. She aches longingly to hear the underbrush issuing forth the sound of his footfalls on the forest floor. Her wings draped around her shoulders keeping out the shiver of the damp rainy night she resigns herself to her longing. Her tears slip down to fall into a gathering puddle mingling with the raindrops. Her once a moon cycle moment with her beautiful wolf was this night and the rain would now conspire to deny her this one moment her one hearts desire. She let fall her head hanging it down sadly as her tears were falling silently down her lonesome cheek. She ached for the timber of her wolfs growl against her cheek. She longed for the silver blue glint of moonlight inside of his eyes gazing inside of hers. Her wings felt heavy and tiresome but such was the spell of them she the fallen angel and he the wolf who lived as a man save one night a month when the moon was full. A lone owl hooted in the distance and she gently called back to it in its own tongue being a forest angel she spoke its song. Her body ached from yearning for her lover, her wolf to come and share the one night they had each moon cycle. The thought of not having him tonight made her sigh and cross her arms in front of her eyes to weep making a keening sound that the trees and the night held the pain of with her. She did not know how long she had kept her face tucked inside of her arms when she heard a low growl in the near distance. Raising her head from her arms she saw beneath her the rain and tear mingled puddle as the unfurled moonlight cast it's illumination over her and the silhouette of her wolf behind her. She gazed up to the sky thinking it a cruel trick but indeed the clouds had vanished and her lover stood before her in all the splendor of his silver gray coat. She reached a hand towards her wolf and stroked his face with tears of joy between them. She unfurled her wings to show him her immediate joy and he came into her embrace returning to the man she would share the night with or however long the moonlight stood sentry over two lovers. He took her face between his palms to caress her cheek and place a sweet kiss on her lips. My angel he said in an almost husky growl do not weep we haven't any tears between our love he said. Her sings encircled them both in velvet soft feather's. They would have the moonlight and one another's love after all a love born of magic on their sacred forest floor divined by the moonlight and the natural night serenade of the forest as old as time.
Angel Hart Writings (C)2010
She waits in the woods beneath a veil of diamond stars for her beautiful wolf to come to her. The glint of his silver blue eyes that would gaze inside of hers with an ache they both know well. The footfalls of her lovers approach is masked and muffled by dew drenched leaves blanketing the forest floor. The deep timber of his growl reaches her like a song on the wind she knows his sound in her soul. She aches to press her face against the warmth of his pelt and inhale the scent of him. Wild night flowers lend a heady scent of spice and wooded smells to cling to the insides of her nostrils. She sniffs at the night air willing her mind to single him out knowing that from some hidden place he approaches her. She feels him near before she lays eyes upon him extending a hand out in silhouette in the moonlight to touch him gently. The sound of his heartbeat catches her ear and she turns to see him standing almost as majestic as the age of the forest itself before her. He is her lover, her secret heart, lovers eyes locked together that have loved an eternity and would wait longer than one to share one another’s love again. He walks to her turning upright to a man from the wolf, this man she will love through the night on the forest floor with naught but heavens stars to bear witness to them. Theirs is the love of mystical forest things long forgotten in fairytales. A love born of angels and wolves that transform to mortals long enough to love with every fiber of their being and by daylight achingly walk away through the footfalls of a river of tears until they are in the place of magic that calls them back to love again.
Angel Hart Writings ©2010
Just Magic II
The moon was a pale shadow hidden behind gray shaded clouds. She waited for her love down hearted knowing that unless the splendor of moonlight broke through the clouded night her wolf could not come to her. She aches longingly to hear the underbrush issuing forth the sound of his footfalls on the forest floor. Her wings draped around her shoulders keeping out the shiver of the damp rainy night she resigns herself to her longing. Her tears slip down to fall into a gathering puddle mingling with the raindrops. Her once a moon cycle moment with her beautiful wolf was this night and the rain would now conspire to deny her this one moment her one hearts desire. She let fall her head hanging it down sadly as her tears were falling silently down her lonesome cheek. She ached for the timber of her wolfs growl against her cheek. She longed for the silver blue glint of moonlight inside of his eyes gazing inside of hers. Her wings felt heavy and tiresome but such was the spell of them she the fallen angel and he the wolf who lived as a man save one night a month when the moon was full. A lone owl hooted in the distance and she gently called back to it in its own tongue being a forest angel she spoke its song. Her body ached from yearning for her lover, her wolf to come and share the one night they had each moon cycle. The thought of not having him tonight made her sigh and cross her arms in front of her eyes to weep making a keening sound that the trees and the night held the pain of with her. She did not know how long she had kept her face tucked inside of her arms when she heard a low growl in the near distance. Raising her head from her arms she saw beneath her the rain and tear mingled puddle as the unfurled moonlight cast it's illumination over her and the silhouette of her wolf behind her. She gazed up to the sky thinking it a cruel trick but indeed the clouds had vanished and her lover stood before her in all the splendor of his silver gray coat. She reached a hand towards her wolf and stroked his face with tears of joy between them. She unfurled her wings to show him her immediate joy and he came into her embrace returning to the man she would share the night with or however long the moonlight stood sentry over two lovers. He took her face between his palms to caress her cheek and place a sweet kiss on her lips. My angel he said in an almost husky growl do not weep we haven't any tears between our love he said. Her sings encircled them both in velvet soft feather's. They would have the moonlight and one another's love after all a love born of magic on their sacred forest floor divined by the moonlight and the natural night serenade of the forest as old as time.
Angel Hart Writings (C)2010
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