Archive for June, 2004

As I wrap my arms around you, and you around me. I move to a place where time stands still.
Here I hold you for hours, not once letting go. Your hair is filled with the sweet smell of a garden after the rain.
A thunder storms within my heart as I hold your body close to mine. I imagine kissing softly upon your cheek, lingering for but a moment in time. I lower my arms around your waist and become lost in deep inside your eyes.
Coming closer, our lips gently meet. Lightning strikes my heart, a sensation like none before surges from within. Your lips so soft and sweet…
It is now, I realize I am but stuck in a dream. If only this dream were as unending as my love for you.

N. Pitcher
Summer/Fall 2001

What a precious thing, this life.
But What Shall I do with it?
Just sit back, watching the world go by?
Perform my daily tasks, without question as to why.
Is it enough to simply be, to follow the rest of the sheep?
An endless loop.
‘Till one day, we sleep.

N. Pitcher
06/02/2004 1:30AM