Afternoon Tea

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We were at the gallery, during afternoon tea,

she sat across from me when I got lost in her eyes….

oceans never ending.

She was the sun radiant

as she smiled,

and whispered, “I love you!”

Yep, I was lost, for sure….

she always amazes me so…..

          

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Note: Original art by unknown artist.

The Unseen Between Us

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In the middle of the night is when that unseen energy pulls us closer. I love when you reach out for me in your sleep My Love,

you not only declare your love for me, but you check on the universe, believing it will remain aligned, still on course.

In reaching I take your hand. I’m here, I will always be here, the night does not dim the unseen between us….

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Solar Wind – Conclusion

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It was her eyes really, that convinced me. Even though I didn’t know her, and she didn’t know me, there was hope in those hazel eyes.

And she had done the research, checked me out on every software ever made….I figured she did kind of care about me,

even though for me it was all new….. something told me I needed to get on that flight, the last one leaving Earth.

Within seconds I put all my grieving aside, and yelled, “Let’s go!” We jumped up, joined hands, ran for the gate, and the doors of the shuttle…..

just as the glass of the airport bay began exploding……

It was the best decision I’ve ever made.

Narrator: This couple did get to know each and are doing very well on the new planet Beryl.

It is 5 times the size of Earth with only a few thousand people. It is a little colder, somewhat like Norway.

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Note: This is fiction.

Solar Wind

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The solar wind continued to pound and rattle the triple pane glass. Inside there was chaos as people raced in every direction, watching the sky shift and break up, feeling the weight of the wind pressing in on them.

The two of them continued their meal quietly, and she stabbed another piece of broccoli. This time there was more anger in her voice, looking me square in the eyes she said,

“You realize of course the last shuttle leaves in seven minutes……(looking at the clock on the wall) actually six minutes and fifty seconds now?” “And the nuclear wave in ten?”

I nodded silently. And yet I hesitated…….we had only met each other, 15 minutes ago…..

to be continued tomorrow.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Note: This is fiction.

Writers

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We were writers back then, weren’t we My Love?

Writing over every scar,

infusing every story

with the imprint of the other

inseparable really,

an edge

to our day and night

as we got lost in each other’s arms

and found out who

we really were

with fresh lines

we even spoke our own language,

had a certain wildness.

Love written

on our hearts,

so amazingly…….

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies