Chapter 1...
NARRATOR:
There are times in every life when the winds of change blow stronger than the storms we've come to know, rising from the calm with sudden, wild fury. They steal away our creature comforts. They choke us of our easy breath and threaten to tear apart the very fabric of our souls. But, if we survive this darkest night, the brilliant sun of morning sings the sweetest tune, a serenade of fresh hope...and salvation born of new beginnings......
Eddie had an acute sense of when such storms might come to pass and thought perhaps their magic may have been spun from the flapping of a butterfly's wings right there in his own secret garden...........He greeted them with trepidation...but never sadness....Sometimes he even welcomed the adventure and the transformation that almost always ensued.
This time though, there seemed so much more to lose. Something in the shadows was racing at him, clawing and screaming, amplifying with every breath he took. It had been a long time since he’d put these kind thoughts to rest. But, they were rising from their slumber, pricking him with the sharp edged fragments of things left incomplete. There was no avoiding it. He’d met the daemons years ago. The ones that followed him into quiet thoughts. Back then he was alone and unprepared. But, so much had happened since. So, many more prepared to bare arms in his defence. And, even if the last of these were to fall, he was sure he could engage alone, endure and exercise the darkness from the subtext on every page he read. He dug under piles of well worn clothes, in boxes filled with forgotten sentiment, discarded games and trinkets saved from summers past. He searched under year books and dvds, ticket stubs and birthday cards. There it was...bound in black, thick with random thought.
He stopped. His expression hardened. He sighed, questioning his real motivation. Shaking his head, he moved to bury the book back inside the past. And, then a leaf flew free of its hard covered tomb. It came to rest on its face. But, ink seeped though. Scrolled backward, he still recognized the phrasing. At least it wasn’t that swirl, the doodle that represented all he ever feared.
What harm would it do to read a little. He sat on his bed, and raised the sheet from the floor to his lap and read a poem addressed to him when he was someone he now barely recognized.
IN Winter Dreams.....
... I'll watch the snow
that dances through the starlit sky
and follow down its secret path
laid there for you and I
IN Winter Dreams....
....I'll kiss the wind
that whips its tail on ghostly chimes
and warm a whisper with my lips
to feel your breath on mine
IN Winter Dreams...
....I'll climb the tree
that glows in quiet solitude
and lay my head down in its arms
imagining its you.
IN Winter Dreams....
....I'll take the hand
that guides me towards your perfect smile
and court the star seeds in your eyes
that light the coming mile
There are times in every life when the winds of change blow stronger than the storms we've come to know, rising from the calm with sudden, wild fury. They steal away our creature comforts. They choke us of our easy breath and threaten to tear apart the very fabric of our souls. But, if we survive this darkest night, the brilliant sun of morning sings the sweetest tune, a serenade of fresh hope...and salvation born of new beginnings......
Eddie had an acute sense of when such storms might come to pass and thought perhaps their magic may have been spun from the flapping of a butterfly's wings right there in his own secret garden...........He greeted them with trepidation...but never sadness....Sometimes he even welcomed the adventure and the transformation that almost always ensued.
This time though, there seemed so much more to lose. Something in the shadows was racing at him, clawing and screaming, amplifying with every breath he took. It had been a long time since he’d put these kind thoughts to rest. But, they were rising from their slumber, pricking him with the sharp edged fragments of things left incomplete. There was no avoiding it. He’d met the daemons years ago. The ones that followed him into quiet thoughts. Back then he was alone and unprepared. But, so much had happened since. So, many more prepared to bare arms in his defence. And, even if the last of these were to fall, he was sure he could engage alone, endure and exercise the darkness from the subtext on every page he read. He dug under piles of well worn clothes, in boxes filled with forgotten sentiment, discarded games and trinkets saved from summers past. He searched under year books and dvds, ticket stubs and birthday cards. There it was...bound in black, thick with random thought.
He stopped. His expression hardened. He sighed, questioning his real motivation. Shaking his head, he moved to bury the book back inside the past. And, then a leaf flew free of its hard covered tomb. It came to rest on its face. But, ink seeped though. Scrolled backward, he still recognized the phrasing. At least it wasn’t that swirl, the doodle that represented all he ever feared.
What harm would it do to read a little. He sat on his bed, and raised the sheet from the floor to his lap and read a poem addressed to him when he was someone he now barely recognized.
IN Winter Dreams.....
... I'll watch the snow
that dances through the starlit sky
and follow down its secret path
laid there for you and I
IN Winter Dreams....
....I'll kiss the wind
that whips its tail on ghostly chimes
and warm a whisper with my lips
to feel your breath on mine
IN Winter Dreams...
....I'll climb the tree
that glows in quiet solitude
and lay my head down in its arms
imagining its you.
IN Winter Dreams....
....I'll take the hand
that guides me towards your perfect smile
and court the star seeds in your eyes
that light the coming mile
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