the women and the waiting man

she is fantasy to see only once the walking dream vision in light lover in darkness
nameless except when the wind kisses his cheek

she stood on a hill to look back at him her eyes carved love into his heart and soul tortured by her bewiderness , bewitched by her coyness

she walks off only leaving her essences to drive him to wait forever
she fades into the underworld , it is confession of the sun, the afterglow moonlight prophecy
welcomes her to places she has never been , too see music in forms of colors and thoughts tangibly in texture and the sense of herself in the mixture of it all

she is in her blues and greens fading in and out pointing North fashioning herself on the world

Davine makeshift prophet , hands on her lips , on her lips . she is sexually in nature moving into the wind becoming water, taste like fire feet on earth she is the mountains whispering into the nothing like a scream of silent she sheds to become a new and yet old is her home

she comes back to him changed by what she saw , her walk is like a vixen eyes no longer innocent her gaze is intrusive as she sees inside to read you and take you apart piece by piece

she is winter icy with angel wings dressed in black like death walking towards the apocalypse waiting for her lover , words not spoken the moon guides her many emotion fierce and sadness she screams his name

frozen , the world held her heart and it broke from loneliness


women dressed in winter eclipse the sun by her moon skin pale , tint of the snow last fall , she is the deep howls that the wind carries her eyes are deep like seas that give away to oceans she looks into you waiting for the real you to emerge then walks away, leaving you shaking never to be you again

his sun welcomes her melting her into his warm embrace she needs his warmth it breaks her apart for him to put her together again

he is the morning and she craves to wrap herself in it , he holds her as he gives all of him to this place, her love was hungry her lips upon his body his touch was an artist forming her : tracing scares and star shaped tattoos that adorn her back

where had she been what had she seen , he wanted to keep her to posses her , but he knew he could not . she dressed in her winter as he lay naked with essence still covering him she smiled at him which reminded him of the first time he saw her

before she left he grabbed her hand pleaded with his eyes for her not to leave, she kissed him lovingly and with a passion he will never know again

she walked out to the winter , sky grey in contrast to her black walking up the hill the wolfs follow her


he fell to his knees unaware of the cold and cried iced tears that shattered on the ground
his woman gone , when her heart grows cold she will seek him out and there forever will last as there never lasted in brief sighs of eternity



carrie ann kawa 12/2006




i cannot get my pics on but my words stay true now that is a man someone that loves a person so much he will wait if love or relationships were that easy but we as human in our cynical way seem to sabotage our selves we do not know what we have until that person stops giving us the attention we crave well it is weird i just got a message on my cell that like sharp objects and shiny things


see you later Carrie