Eyes deep and dark bruied by sorrow long to see another tommrow with pioneer strength she trys to transform her life she WAS the abused wife. Naia@ july 90

***Loves soft embrace*** Loves soft embrace a tender kiss upon my face my loved ones caress upon my breast Loves sweet words whispered in my ear telling me never fear Loves soft embrace Naia@90

*** A Poets Note*** The nib upon my pen bleeds a fine bead of ebony dew so i could bring this poem to you Naia@91

An ultimate shaking grief

He stands alone rigid,trembeling staring at the ground pain truly abounds he is lost forever lost she was his mate he learned to late Naia@87

***His life***

His life is more precious than mine the white bearded angel of mercy whispered time after time his life is more precious than mine Naia@91

***The spell binder*** Since time immortal on a cold winters eve distant, faraway the voice of the spell binder speaks like a gem in fiery agony in a pulsing rythem of lights in spectral green mist of dreams the spellbinder sings a song of midnight and silver dragons dreams Naia@90

I use to I use to dream of a husband a happy home now all i want is to be left alone Naia@91

***Now and then*** sitting by the fireplace dying embers warm my face seeing long forgotten seas now and then become entwined playing games within my mind Naia@90

Have you wondered?

Have you wondered where the homeless go when its about to snow have you wondered where they laid their head when its time for bed have you wondered if theyve been fed? have you wondered what happens to them when they are dead? Have you wondered about what i just said? Naia@91

Soul dead

They walk in human guise they walk under stormy skys whispering secrets to the wind sightless people continue their endless sojourn within their spiritual graveyards hidden in the depths of time where dark and cold winds blow talking to a creator they do not know Naia@91