My Thoughts

I have long since ceased dreaming Of kisses under the mistletoe, Of kisses at midnight as the new year tolls. I have long since ceased dreaming Of happily ever after Smiles and laughter. Reality, like slow darkness, Consumes and replaces hope. I have long since ceased dreaming Of early morning kisses, Wishing wells and eyelash wishes. I have long since ceased dreaming Of love that conquers all, And head over heels falls. Reality, like dense fog, Shadows and smothers joy.

Jarvis found himself seated at a table with people he didn't know, miscellaneous benefactors or historical society persons. He tried to maintain small talk, but his mind continued to drift a thousand miles away across years to Austin and the vibrant Texas beauty with an intoxicating drawl. Jarvis?" she asked, extending her delicate pale hand to him. "You look just like what Constance said you would," she smiled. As his dark hand took hers, he caught a hint of perfume, the soft silkiness of her skin inviting, and he remembered she had a very firm handshake. "It's so nice to finally meetcha," Deandra said slowly casting her pale blue eyes downward and then angling them up slightly as the slow smile crossed her face. Intellectually, he had been mesmerized during their two week email exchange......her ability to discuss a wide range of topics impressed him. She was a natural storyteller with words, creating interest and making points so effortless...