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Nancy Encountered I made to safeguard my heart Pursued I fled where only darkness knows me Discovered I would have denied love’s truth But for you If I’d driven you away… for H

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Nancy Creviced sky of stone Leaking Light puddles On a pebbled strand Solitude’s cinders A castaway’s camp The track of steps To water’s edge and back And back ~ Come Tame the sunless river Claim it yours Light the stagnant depths Dispel the lonely secrets Speak my name Beloved Erase all time before You for H summer 2011

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Nancy It must end You said For both of us You said I think you meant for me I know You meant For Me You begged freedom Pain you could no longer bear Vincent That complaint Never Was it Yours You bid me Abandon Our dream For Me Abandon You For Me Find someone Else To love All For Me ~ We are not Ended Though The world All life Plays out Its closing scene You and I Our love Never To

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NancyCaps knitted in frosty stitchesGloves and mittens crusted stiffFingers NosesCheeksBurned red by cold…best fort ever……sneak attack ……ammunition …They stir a breeze in passingDaytimeOutdoorsWinter Children of the TunnelsHalf frozenExhilaratedHeading homeA glimpse of JamieSnowbound in her boots and scarfHiVincentA whispered greetingAnd a white sphere Rushes at him Almost fits Mostly fitsThrough

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NancyAn April sun Blushes scarletResigned To Setting From faded brillianceAn April twilight Tells My NameI senseA press Upon my heartA revelation I canAlmostHear… Embrace This nightHalf hiddenThe moonFar offDawn’s lightWalk The dusky meadow grassesTurn your face To drowsy mists Draw near Her sodded bedHerBier But for your comingKneel Gather HopeCarry homeYourHealingLiveLong The privileged

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NancyLove touched the fleeting season of my realityI am…eternal StillThe endless hours flyToo brief To breatheHow can it beI am given…To love herfor Hspring 2011

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NancyLove touched the fleeting season of my realityI am … eternal StillThe endless hours flyToo brief To breatheHow can it beI am given …To love herfor Hspring 2011

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NancyI miss youNearAs my heartDistantBeyond the count of stepsDespairChooses youYouIt Bleak companions Darker than the depths You would consult What comfort Vincent A secret river Senseless Deaf I’m a riverTides untamedMine A course of tearsI do not understandRivers Out hereA million lights to draw my eyeCannot Engage my hopeIn thereA haunted spaceRefuse Of an empty lifeThere is no cityI have

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NancyI’m sleepingNoI’m just awakeLying on the couchMary’s quilt so lightSo warmHe covered meIt’s Christmas EveOr is it stillI hear the quiet carol playEmbers whisper on the hearthHe had the logs ablazeWhen I got home tonightI worried for poor Santa ClausHe smiled at thatAnd then we kissedAngels we have heard on highI sang to himHe kissed me twice againAcross the roomHands clasped behind his

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NancyFrosted nightsAnd snowflakes and mittens and scarvesI wanderWarmWith youA Douglas firAnd gifts and wrapping and bowsI wanderGrateful With youChristmasAnd cider and turkey and pieI wanderDecemberWith youStar wishesAnd hopes and prayers and dreamsI wanderIn loveWith youHappy December, H2010

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NancyFulfillmentFreedomLoveA proposal of patienceBreathBlessingfor you, H

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NancyIEnviedMichaelHisDiscoveryOfYouWordsTo harvest your laughter EaseIn your gentle companyHe brought you BlakeYou read to himI enviedHimBecomingVersedIn youHeTastedBreathedKissedYouCatherineIEnvyHisGolden memories~Your loveInvadesComparesConfessionsReasonsAssuresYour wishing smileSatisfiesContritionCulpabilityGreen eyesCelebrateMeInnocentYou love meTo self- forgivenessYou love meTo

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NancyA spring eveningThe Carl Akeley Hall of African MammalsShe listens a whileThe Grieg Piano Concerto in A minorMemories in the musicUsTogetherBeneath the band shellShe runsThrough the parkTo weep Upon my heartPossibility presentsDestiny lays claimA dreamDiesWelcomePain You are my giftTestimonyWhat we sharedWhat she bestowedWhile she dreamedLifeRadiant SanctifiedAnd IIWas Worthy

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Nancy SoundMeaningBeauty andGrace aPath toA real placeSomewhereDeepWithin twoHeartsHearts thatHearHearts thatRise toJoyUnbounded byBreath orLifeA world orTime The wordsTheOnlyWordsI love youfor H

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NancyIf love isSunshine’sSplash of emeraldsSparkling On the Hudson’s tideI mightNeverKnow loveIf love isSnowflakesWindy waltzingThrough morning’s Times SquareI mightNeverKnow loveIf love isTheatreDinner at a corner tableWalking hand-in-handUp BroadwayI mightNeverKnow loveIf love isYouHereWith meOh CatherineI doKnowLovefor H

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NancyArdentAbundantSurprisingSometimesHurtingAll the whileLoveKeepsUsConstantEagerBondedLoveWantsTheKeepingTheIntimacyWeddingUs WithinItsGreat HeartLoveNamesUsAuthorsOurStoryComposesOurInfinityAll of foreverTimelessnessNot long enoughFor this LoveTo revealItselfNor will foreverOutlastMy passionTo knowWantKeepYouBelovedOneWithMeyou know, H

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NancyI sent you awayMy pleaPoliteDesperateHeartlessForgive meKnowI sufferedFor myArroganceMyFearAnd I did fearEverythingCatherineHaving youLosing youWantingMoreThan was my rightFearSavagesThe heartIBecameFearSent awayYouSeemedTo goYetWhere I satOrPacedOrFled to hideYouWereThereFierceIn my bloodLaboringIn my breathCourageousFighting for meLoving meBelievingInMeBefore youSo muchSo much

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NancyFriendsMore FamilyCome to celebrateThoughNot allCan clasp your handOr hug you closeOr speak your name with joySome journeyedTo a different placeTheir welcomeWarm and realAs hereAnd where they areYou cannot beBut thenA laugh comes shining from across the roomThat lilt in happy phrase you know so wellHer funny way of grinningAndYou knowThe joyThe loving friendshipsEvery special giftYou’ve

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NancyHis heartHearsHer haunted dreamsThough she does not stirOr make a soundHis heartWaitsThrough the hoursAs long as she needsEnclosesAll of it The painThe fearHolds itAway from herUntil she is strongReadyA pitiful whimperDesolate and defenselessFrom her darknessShe awakensHe offers solaceHeart whispersYou’re safeYou're safe nowShe hearsMoreThan his wordsShe feelsMoreThan his promiseHis

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NancyHappinessHooded Hides from sentry’s noteLaughterStrains lips’ curbLegsSlack the paceAll of meSteadyCalmExplodingINeed ToRunToFlyToLeapCatch at starsYank nearTwo cheesy cheeksStareEye-to-eyeAt the man-in-the-moonTellSomeoneShe sighedThis nightConfidedTo my heartA secretHer certaintyWe areShakespeare’sTriumphant dream of loveWeShe saidSerene Upon my chestI live to feel her thereShe

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NancySaturdayBreakfast for allSuch a little thingIt pleased me so to do itSetting out with youA lanternLoveI’m sure our love lit the wayChoosing crystals for the childrenVincentLook at thisAnd that oneCatherineLet me help you reach itOur picnic basketCateredOatmeal cookies without raisinsI can bakeThe wine you pouredYour toastTo meMineTo usSparkleThe cavern’sWelcome and warmthYoursAll the long

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Nancy“Vincent?”He slowed. Stopped. Turned his head. “Yes, Father.”“Did you have a pleasant evening with Catherine?”He hesitated. What response … too many possibilities … crowding … pressing …“Yes.”“Did she like her gift?”“Yes … she was … pleased.” “Good … good. Well then, I won’t keep you. You must be tired.”“Good night, Father.”“Good night, Vincent.” Torch-light reclaimed its space on the

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NancyUndeservingFearfulYou try my heart with thoseThe joy to comeIt’s worth forever’s waitBarriersDisbeliefYou weary me with themThe joy to comeIt’s worth forever’s waitShyInnocentThese I can abideThe joy to comeIt’s worth forever’s waitAnd time is sweetWithin your armsYour words breathe softSo near my lipsAndIn your gazeThe wonderSpeaks for you I know you love meTogetherOne dayWe’ll know the

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by NancyShe released the deadbolt …Swung the door wide for Vincent … Led him to the dining room … To their left, a jagged frame for the damp night’s invading chill.Her escape and her access, what had been a sparkling wall of glass was now shattered fragments and slivers, frosting the carpet and the grounds beyond. “Lay him here.”He straightened from the floor and faced her across Stephen’s

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NancyMomentsMadeDaysDesignedWeeksWroughtMonthsMultipliedThe Silence AloneSheWondersHopesDespairsLonelyHeWondersHopesDespairs~Great ExpectationsBorneEighteen floorsA blue-dark balconyAn absurd clumsinessRevelationInGreen eyesGrateful handsRedemptionInBeseeching wordsBeckoning smileTogetherTheyWonderHopeLoveForeverfor H

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NancyFearIn the airIn the earthIn the rockColdAt my backRequiemWailing On the silenceI sitWhere I stoodReasonedPleadingShe could not hearSo loudStephen’s callHersThe angerGriefDisappointmentIn meI failed herI haveThough notAs sheThinksMineThe warningTruthMisjudgedDeeperShe knowsButToo deepThe knowingThis terrorThe nightmareHow longHowever longToo farToo lateIt cannot beI willProtect herI love

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NancyDay-doorsLight lockedForbid meNightCompassionate gate-keeperNeglects his roundsWeepy in sapphire rainStreaked with star shadowRumpled awake by silent strideMy gardenImagines itselfDusted in sunshineGreenFor mefor H

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NancyDiscardedHow he feltThough nothing was ever discardedBelowA cruel honorTo beFirstThey searchedHe knew whyHe knew itFutileDevin wasn’t hurtLostDevin was goneAnd heWasLeftDreamsHe’d listenedFancied himselfA partSharingNot dreams to ownHis heart knew itselfBoundIn stone chambersYetThere were tunnelsWaysBelow was notA prisonThenSelf-pityForges thick barsGreat locksFor iron gatesAnd it might have

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NancyA scar on the wall …She left his tattered shirt there, in the grey dust, a sign for the others.The tunnel darkened as the crevice absorbed her. Within, the lantern’s meager glow seemed to hesitate, shrink back on itself, as though fearful of what lay in wait … a tortured rage, blood-red, savage ...She’d found Vincent.From that bleak threshold she sought him … and fought off the stench of

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NancyHer worldWaitsShe couldReturnAnd ICouldRejoiceFor herOf what consequence am IBut for thisTo beFor herIt is my doingLoving herAllowing her love for meAllowingHave I the power to eraseThe feelings in herOr the willWere the power grantedI stepped onto her balconyTo leave the bookEscapeUnheardUnseenUntrueI stepped onto her balconyTo stumbleDraw her outI wantedToSeeHerI wantedHerTo seeMeI

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NancyThe futilityOfWantingTaughtLearnedSo long agoNo purposeInWantingNo hopeInWantingTheCannot-beTheImpossible-for-meTheForbidden-forever~She dancedShe dreamedFor a timeIWasIThoughtIWasHer dreamHer dance~WhyWantIs it humanIs it faultIt is lethalAn agonyDeeperThanTearsIMayHungerNever beFilledICanWantNeverhave Not even thatWhichSeemsAt timesSo little to askWantingA barren placeTo live~TimeBrings

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NancyMyLifeOf extraordinary limitsMyBeingOf extraordinary aspectMyLoveOf extraordinary presumptionI amLove’s portraitYou areThe Artistfor H

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Nancy “Write me a letter.” “A letter, Catherine? Of what would I speak in this letter?” “Oh … anything … whatever you wish … feelings …” The pauses were dramatic-long, “I would like to know your … feelings …” Light kindled in her smile, sweet and warm and brilliant, and he thought it must be thus to have the sun shine on his face. “Will you write a letter to me?” “Yes … but you must write

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NancyAs intendedFrom the beginningOur loveEternalUnique in every worldA Divine perfectionOf some earlierDreamWhat should have beenAnd nowIsAs intendedFrom the beginningfor H

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NancyA starTo grace the Holy SceneA fireGlowing warmLaden boughs of scented pineA sprig of mistletoeTwinkle lightsAnd candlelight andSnow beyond the panesPresents‘Neath the Christmas treeIn artful disarrayRibbons curledIn crimson bows‘Round silver bellsGreen holly stemsGuess the GiftWe laugh our wayThrough every playful fancyNeither yieldingKeeping secretsSafe‘Til Christmas morningCarols soft do

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~ Nancy It’s not the planning Vincent The shopping Wrapping Crowds It’s not the Eve Beloved The carols soft The waiting It’s not the bells My dearest The angels Singing clear Their joy The Rush My love My Vincent Is knowing You are Here Merry Christmas, H 2009

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~ Nancy The Deity Frames Perfection Breathes a soul Sets the pulse Instills a heart Kissed by Love Readies One Other To hold The Dream Confides The Masterpiece To me ... I give thanks for you Happy Thanksgiving, H

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NancyGranted this momentUndeserving of the bountyI honor itIn love with youBondedWe loveBeyondMortal constraintsI am chosenBlessedWith youMy everlasting passionTomorrow is not mine to giveI offer youOnlyMy foreverInto deathWe will wanderTime draws onOne shall passOne remainLingerVincentFor I will soon comeOr knowI waitBeyondStill one with youNo solitary journey on that lighted pathNo desperate

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NancyAn August mornA Manhattan streetThe plague of trafficHumanityHurriesTo beSomewhereOn time~DreamA summer fieldHovering angelsGather night’s mantleDrape dawn’sBlue and pink and cloudlessAbove usComeScatter swallowsA riot of robinsSprinkle butterfliesFree the breezeSpread the quiltThe hamper’s fareTasteAboveIn the sunshineMoreAfternoon blusterYourFirst glimpseHeaven’s arcing circuitsIn the

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NancyIPull on jeansSlip from the bedroomOur bedroomMy breath catchesThe visionHerLying thereOur bedSleepMy BelovedI wanderThe houseOur houseLookingListeningImaginingA messagePerhapsIn the creak of stairWelcomeBe at homeThe partyOur wedding Earlier todayThe lovingOur lovingEarlierThis eveningWell intoThis nightA blessingShe saidUponOur new homeOur new lifeIn day’s lightAt transom

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NancySheTells me dreamsUsTogetherIName themHopelessResistingHerAllShe would giveShe deservesMoreMore than even dreamsMay promiseI seek refugeThe ancient argumentsConvincingRationalIntelligentI thinkBehind the listeningShe might beGrinningA swell ofSympathyThe elation ofVictoryBothPoorly veiledPeek from her absorptionWith my discourseEach brilliantDesperate phraseAt once trivialAnd tired

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NancyBornFound wantingDiscardedThe bitter essenceOf my firstFindingThe blessings of the secondLife andLove andRespect andA manBenevolent and wiseTo name meSonI know myselfMost honestlyIn my Father’sFindingMy familyFinds Other definitionsWho I amTry to beTo each of themI amMoreI feel itThe meI amWithinCraving manifestationDemandingThe right ofPresenceCramped inOne person’s findingThe compilation

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NancyCandlelightKisses her hairHe would beCandlelightThis onceThis finalTimeShe readsA poet’s taleLove most preciousPricelessLostHe hearsThe fearHiddenLayeredIn another’s wordsSparing himAs best she canHe hurtsFor herFor himselfSilence She looks upEnviesThe bed that comforts himFinds herselfReflectedIn his beautyCherishedAdoredKnows him safeHomeHealingSilenceLove’s questionWill you sleepYou

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NancyHealerYou becameThe FatherFounderAnd heartA familyFormingGrowingAroundWithinYour careYour wisdomBelowLeadershipGovernanceSharedYetYour titleBespeaksRegardRespectAdmirationAppreciation~I loved youTrulyFrom the beginningThroughout all the yearsHappinessShould have beenOursUnfair judgmentsFrom too many partsSevered usOr was itYour integrityMy cowardiceYouthErrsToo easilyI let it happenDid

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NancyBeginningsCan be troublesomeA wounded invaderFearedHealedHis doctor’s ready compassionRestrainedTell her nothingGet her outImagineHis horrorThe consternationPoor manI will not beGotten outSent awayForgottenHis dilemmaHow to protectHis unique sonFrom faithless loveI senseHis distrustFeelHis disapprovalKnowHis disfavorYet loveBeing stronger than all elseAnd loving as I doWith all that I amHis

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NancyHis creationBelowIn wisdom framedCompassion kissedA safe and secret placeFamilyfor my VincentCherishedto golden maturityfor meMy gratitudemy debtvast as all universesHis pledgeI granthis fear forVincentA selflessvigilanceresolveto sparethe sonthe Father’s private paina heartlaid wasteEndlesslydyingHis fearMy dancetoo soonmay stillLove’s harmonythinto silenceVincentforsakenbecomea

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Another version of the same ideaNancyHer key in the lockShe rushes inDrops her bagNo lights tonightNo hesitationFrench doors thrown openTheir balconyOhDarkDesolateBut thereOn the tableA roseHis promiseShe shiversWith longingGathersRose and keysDescendsTo loveIn the warmth of his armsThe heat of his kiss“I’m sorry...”“You’re tired…”“It was important…”“You’re here now…”“I’m home now.”for you, H

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NancyTaxiDodging traffichurryElevatorStuck on SixhurryKeysFumbled, droppedhurryLocksUnsympathetichurryFinally withinBagsTossedLightsUnnecessaryBalconyohDesertedDesolateToo lateNoA roseHesitateSmileGatherRose and keyshurryKeysCooperatehurryLocksLatchhurryElevatorExpresshurryBoxeshurryLadderhurryEmbraceKiss“I’m so sorry …””You’re tired …”“It was important …”“You’re here now …”“I’m home now.”with

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NancyThe pipes are silent.I miss her most in these dark solitary hours.My Catherine.Does she ever think … “My Vincent” …Wonder what I feel … for her …What she … might feel … for me …From what insanity … delusion … idiocy … come these temptations!I am not for her. I am unfit for any woman.Still … my heart is hers. I cannot take it back. It continues … or it withers … with her.There are times that

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NancyDusk.The sun’s golden gaze would find a welcome elsewhere. The stars, their radiance doomed in the nightly competition with Manhattan’s lights, would most assuredly, if invisibly, fill the darkening sky.And Catherine would come home from the office.Catherine. He thought of her … as he did every moment with every breath … and smiled at the picture forming in his mind: the expectant way she

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NancyYoucame to methough you could notas I lay in my bedthis morningMy namesoft upon your lipsawakened meYour handsgentlefound meYour kisstenderdevoured mePassionlaid barevulnerableconfidentyouin communionwith meblissover and againDivine hands madeyoubeautifulIn meyou discoverknowcelebrateyourselfI think sometimesmy soul isnot separatefrom yoursWe shareyour heartin rhythms blendedWe

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NancyHe unfolds the translucent sheet to the blush of a sweet memory … the time she showed him this stationery … pronouncing its color the perfect reflection of daytime’s unclouded sky and … the blue of his eyes. He lingers in the joy, then begins to read.Vincent, I love you.We never speak the words aloud, I know, but here they are … for you to whisper to yourself.The snow continues. It began in

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Carole and Michelle tell me we each must post a brief bio on our new site. I know theirs will be fascinating because they are gifted writers and extraordinary women. I am honored to be here at New Life with them.I am also obedient so …My name, you know. You might have read some of my earlier efforts to celebrate the love of Vincent and Catherine at CABB’s Tunnel Tales. Way back when, before

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NancyAnd so I leave youMake my wayHomeIs this homeYouFeelLike homeHereDust billows at my feetMuffles my stepsErases them as I passStone enclosedI wonderCan I beRealThis nightI could not doubtYour smileBelieved in meInspiredTold meGave me breathAnd hopeThat I amBeingI watched youWhitenessSharing lightYou turnedI was in your eyesAnd I was lightNo candleNot stoneLivingBorn of youYour LifeLoved in

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NancyGrimly she accosts this dawnMost dawnsTheir intrusiveUnwelcomePink and purple celestial spectacleThe precocious sunbeamsCautiously convergingFor the huntOvercomingNight’s immunityThese heralds of dayHis jailersDefiantlyShe standsWhere he stoodTouching his presenceBeing himIn thisTheir placeComposingHateful thoughtsAbout morningsAnd daylightAnd dawnIncensedIrate and fierceShe engages the

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I have always been fascinated by books. I come from a long line of readers, so it's no wonder I always had a book in my hand. It brought my father great frustration - imagine a ferry on the Amazon river, a family of five, a father excited to show his homeland to his children ... and his youngest with her nose in a book. It never mattered to me what a story was about, as long as it was a story

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NancyA vague and indistinct figure, sheathed in darkness, stands unmoving beneath a charcoal and purple, cloud-cluttered sky. A night-light shines feebly within the apartment behind her, shadow-lighting a bed, its pillows propped against the tufted headboard, blankets tossed and heaped. She has tried to escape it in sleep. She has tried sitting up to think it though. In frustration, she’s come

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NancyAnd now … she sleeps.He closed his eyes, forearms relaxed on the tabletop, the pen slack in his hand though still poised over the page. He listened … within … slipping hesitantly into her stillness to rest there for a moment … and wondered at his audacity.Oh, but it was … It felt …He sighed feelings that would not accede to words. Her tempest had worn itself out, the chaos now calmed, and

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- By Michelle K. The Coming of Light is a novel in progress ... a "fix", if you will, to the Season Three debacle that left Catherine dead and Vincent alone. It begins at the end of Though Lovers Be Lost ... but do not despair. There is hope there, among the ruins. Because this is a work in progress, I've posted only the first chapter as a preview for Winterfest Online 2009. The work does

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- By Michelle K.Chapter 1: Love Shall Not“Please ...” she whispered, her eyes pleading. “Please ...”The doctor swathed the infant and handed it into the arms of the man who had been her captor for six months ... a man whose eyes were cold, whose very demeanour was demented and cruel. Shivers trembled along her spine as she beheld her baby in his wraith-like arms, his hands like skeletal claws.“

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- By Michelle K.Part 5: Wings of Healing“I love it here.” Catherine turned to face him, and took both his hands in hers. “Vincent, this has been a magical night.”Vincent trembled almost imperceptibly and dropped his eyes, resting them on the crystal just visible above the deep V of her neckline. It shimmered, mist and light playing over its facets in a fiery duet. His nerves tingled, the

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- By Michelle K. Part 4: A Fair Luminous CloudEverything was warm and fuzzy. Without opening her eyes, Catherine felt a touch of light upon her face and stretched towards it, her arm reaching out to the space next to her.“Vincent?” she murmured, her eyes startling open when her hand hit the empty mattress. She sat up, fully conscious, and rubbed her face, taking in her surroundings with a

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- By Michelle K.Part 3: Upon a Lonesome Wild “Vincent?” Father stammered, pulling himself from his bed in the small, concealed corner of the chamber. He struggled to find his son in the dark recesses of the room. Locating the source of light, he pulled on his robe and staggered toward the stairs, still groggy. “It’s late. What are you doing up?”Vincent raised his eyes from his book. “I’m sorry I

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- By Michelle K. Part 2: Hence, Viper Thoughts!Ten minutes later, he stared at the empty page, its plain white face sneering back at him. It was relentless, the distraction. He could not concentrate. He fought the urge to turn to her, to watch her, to gather her into his arms and feel her petite form nestle against him while she slept. He stared up at the ceiling, searching himself for that

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- By Michelle K.Part 1: Music in the SoulHe awoke to silence, a light breeze brushing across his skin. He shivered.A light drizzle was falling, the moisture tickling his face and hands, and he snuggled deeper, his arms tightening around the form beside him. She whimpered - a small, almost childlike sound that reached him through the fog of sleep. He inhaled the scent of her hair, its fragrance

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- By Michelle K.After a wonderful evening with Catherine, Vincent struggles to come to terms with their relationship and decide whether he can move forward to a greater intimacy. With music and poetry driving home the bittersweet reality of his life, Vincent finds himself searching deep within for the answer to his life's greatest question: Can he love as normal men? Part 1: Music in the Soul

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NancyDesertedComfortless nowI imagine itUnable to lookI sitFacing awayTo write ofDoubt andFear andEmptinessI know its lamentBereftBeggaredAbandonedYesterdayShe leftMy bedNeatly made upQuilts smoothedA blanket foldedAcross the footSheets tucked inPillows settledAs she thoughtThey might have been orAs I kept themHow should IDisturbWhat she arrangedFor meI could not sleepLast nightTake the spaceAll

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NancyDying hurt. Hackingmy heartfrom yourssevering oursoulsripping usruthlesslyapartLake waterfilling my coffincovetingall offeringsdrinks themdownclaimingextinguishingmy lifein blackicymomentsYeteven thereyou followcome for meand had Igone too faralong that lighted pathto turnor hear you callCome backmy CatherineStay with meI thinkI knowI have no doubtBeloved mineyou wouldall willinglyhave

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