Chapter 4: hare Mon

The clouds surrounded the moon tonight, I know my love would be alright, I grabed my cloke and ran to the door, There's nothing left for me anymore, I ran right through the forest now, And Across the brigde without a vow, I ran into the fields so large, And saw the one I loved through charge, I walked up beside him once more, And looked at him as I've done before, Every Moon we get just a tad bit closer, Like diging a ditch in a great big doser, This him he looked down at me, His eyes were in a glow, I smiled at him, My heart feel low, I could dare get close to him, Afraid of what I'd do if inside, His arms close to his face, Living in his sweet imbrace, He looked at me, And kissed my hand, And in my thoughts, Oh What a man! I smiled and bowed, And said hello, But now my dear I have to go, This moon was far from what I'd seen, But my time would come you wait and see. current mood:  cheerful current music: Free- Mya  (comment on this) 12:18 pm - On the night of the seed Moon  The seed were planted for spring, As was my heart for you, I hope we'd finally speack tonight, And you'd stay forever through, The sun was slowly setting, So I thought I run ahead, So That I could see you, Before Tayler went to bed, I ran right htrough the forest, I walked across the bridge, I ran into the fields, And ran over all the hills, I saw the moon was finally up, And my heart fell into pills, I stood there looking all around, For my mounthly love, And then I saw a faint figure, Was is the one? I I tryed to clear the mist away, I tryed to clear my thoughts, And there I saw the man, Who certainly had the hots, I stepped up a bit closer, Pushing my hair away, I was right there standing beside you, My heart way yelling yeah! He slowly heard me breathing, What was I to say, He look down at me, And smiled with all his might, It seemed I'd not known, When to go home tonight, I somehow mummered the word hello, but all he did smile, I didn't know if he were playing or being a mean child, All I did was smile back, I didn't mind a bit, You know what's much better, To have quiet men. Written November 16th, 2001 © on Nov 16 2001 01:10 AM PST, Melinda Hatfield   18 • 0 • 8