he spoke aloud no words
she heard them in his touch
he made no promises
she asked for none
he slept with honor
while she slept alone
but he gave her all he had
and for that her heart was glad
i dance with you...only in dreams...
i dance with you...only in dreams...
8 comments:
Beautiful and poignant writing Gypsywoman. Time stood still for a moment, your words affecting memory and bittersweet instance. To tell a story is one thing. To tell the reader's story is art.
ah, well, steppenwolf, your kind words do humble me so - and it pleases my soul to think that even a single word might be meaningful to the reader! ;)
a short story, this one here, but a magnificent one nonetheless - and one which continues to transcend time for me -
in any event - thank you so much - your visits are always such a pleasure -
Jenean, those last two lines really made my heart just pause. Words like pearls... "pieces" like jewels. And what can be more delightful than a happy heart? I'm smiling...
Nevine
your comments, dear nevine, are always so comprehensively thought out - and they are received in the same way - it is truly heartwarming to have such dialogue! thank you! and yes, what better than a happy heart! ;)
Beautiful, as always.
and as always, i thank you, trish, for your words!
Honour and Love... oh yes they go hand in hand
So he slept with honour - how could he not?
This man must be torn and plead with his own heart - if rules were different. The earth is already too cold, don't you feel it through your feet on the frozen grass?
Promises are often empty, treacherous words. And if not, how often do they bring disaster in their wake?
In the end, honour will keep this man whole - whole and maybe full of regrets. In the end there is no peace of mind, not in this stupid life.
I used to laugh so often, I used to... but things change while I'm not watching, and the pieces of what's left of this life won't be worth anything for anyone.
May I ask, gipsy woman: what can a man give when he's got nothing?
-- Written as usual in counterpoint by the Prophet From The North! :-)
Hisself
Nobody can know what I mean as I make a point of not knowing what I'm talking about. Ain't that fun? :-) This one was written beautifully... but I saw through part of it!
but one, whether a man or a woman, always always has something to give another, hisself, and that is just that - his or her SELF - and is that not the greatest gift of all?
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