Asleep in a Wood (page 2)

eva luna

The young pianist ran. He ran from the father who boxed his ears, late , after a night of drinking.

He ran until he could not move. Looking up, looking down , he saw the reflection of the night stars in the pond around his figure.

Gracefully, he walked into the water. He layed down in the shallows, hands out stretched out like a sacrafice.

Becoming one with the reflexions.

compound complex

That is so beautiful, eva! Please, let it flow . . .

CC

eva luna

Im a hack CoCo :-(

I wrote my memories of a favorite movie, Imortal Beloved.

You tube "Od To Joy", you will see the scene at which I will never forget.

I watched it on a big screen in Santa Cruz with my daughter, whom I was trying to incourage to continue with her piano studies.

compound complex

Dear eva:

You're not a hack. In the film Finding Forester, the author permitted the young writer to "borrow" words from his dusty manuscripts until the novice found words of his own.

I have Immortal Beloved and plan on rewatching it to see what you're referring to.

Many thanks,

CoCo

As he causiously approached a face turned towards him and to his relief it was his neighbor karl. Hey man just came over to see if you're alright the power went out after the big explosion. His stomach hit the ground as the fear returned. What explosion he asked Karl who stared back with a look of confusion.

to be continued....

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Nancy:

nancy drew

We're have you been all afternoon said karl. There was a loud sonic boom and then flashes across the sky and no power now for hours. we can't figure out what happened. He tried to think back to this morning and he remembered going for a walk and then relaxing by the lake and that's where it stopped. A feeling of panic overcame him and as he began falling to the ground karl quickly grabbed him a look of deep concern on his face.

to be continued...

compound complex

It is a bad time to be awake -

I see things I do not wish to see.

I have feelings I do not wish to feel.

If I could return to sleep, the deception

Of sweet slumber would assure that even a

Nightmare might offer an escape, escape from

An awakening cold, black dream where sights and

Feelings burn deep into a fragile soul a garish branding

That strikes terror for an eternity of restless days and nights.

ziddina

misty woods

Asleep in a Wood

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