Title: A thousand leaves
Author: CSIMagenta
Rating: G
Note: Thanks Alicia
Review: Yes please and thank you very much!
Archiving: Here and I f you ask probably anywhere else.
Disclaimer: Don't own CSI, CBS and a bunch of people who aren't me do, and the poem is written by Francis William Bourdillon, no that's not my altar ego. Don't sue pretty please. batts eyelids
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She walked leisurely through the brisk autumn wind as the leaves from the tall trees fell around her. She felt as if she were to take shelter in their strength, that's why she loved the parks, well this one in particular, when ever she could she loved being here, with people all around but safely serrated and protected from them.
She looked up at the towering beauties and was slightly disappointed, they didn't seem as real as they used to, and they didn't feel like shelter anymore, she didn't want to admit it but now they were tainted with a bitter feeling of her own cowerdess.
She had never been one to sulk but ever since he had turned from her she had turned away from a lot of things that she had needed to keep in focus.
She blamed him, all the other things that had pushed her to be who she was finding herself as faded away with his words… in reality it was her fault, she had isolated herself, pushed herself into her job, jumped for the first male she could and not expect to be burned… no that was unfair, he was to blame for that, she was only to blame for not letting it go.
Maybe she had, a long time ago and that was simply, like many things in her life these days a lie, a tactic of misdirection.
No it had started before him, and not because of him, he just was such a big part of her life… no he wasn't that, he mind? No her heart yes, weather he knew it, or felt the same way he was in her heart now and that was never going to change.
She looked down at her watch, she was late but she knew that already. She wasn't about to rush, not today and maybe not tomorrow, she just couldn't bring herself to care anymore…
"The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one: Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done."
Who had said that…? Bourdillon she thought, why was that appropriate? She didn't know but for whatever reason she kept coming back to that.
Okay she thought looking sadly at the trees she knew she could never love again.
Back to work, not for me, not for him… for them, I'm their last chance for a voice now… even if I have lost my own.
Fin
Unless anyone wants me to carry this on into a story… mmm I guess we'll see.
Author: CSIMagenta
Rating: G
Note: Thanks Alicia
Review: Yes please and thank you very much!
Archiving: Here and I f you ask probably anywhere else.
Disclaimer: Don't own CSI, CBS and a bunch of people who aren't me do, and the poem is written by Francis William Bourdillon, no that's not my altar ego. Don't sue pretty please. batts eyelids
……………………….
She walked leisurely through the brisk autumn wind as the leaves from the tall trees fell around her. She felt as if she were to take shelter in their strength, that's why she loved the parks, well this one in particular, when ever she could she loved being here, with people all around but safely serrated and protected from them.
She looked up at the towering beauties and was slightly disappointed, they didn't seem as real as they used to, and they didn't feel like shelter anymore, she didn't want to admit it but now they were tainted with a bitter feeling of her own cowerdess.
She had never been one to sulk but ever since he had turned from her she had turned away from a lot of things that she had needed to keep in focus.
She blamed him, all the other things that had pushed her to be who she was finding herself as faded away with his words… in reality it was her fault, she had isolated herself, pushed herself into her job, jumped for the first male she could and not expect to be burned… no that was unfair, he was to blame for that, she was only to blame for not letting it go.
Maybe she had, a long time ago and that was simply, like many things in her life these days a lie, a tactic of misdirection.
No it had started before him, and not because of him, he just was such a big part of her life… no he wasn't that, he mind? No her heart yes, weather he knew it, or felt the same way he was in her heart now and that was never going to change.
She looked down at her watch, she was late but she knew that already. She wasn't about to rush, not today and maybe not tomorrow, she just couldn't bring herself to care anymore…
"The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one: Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done."
Who had said that…? Bourdillon she thought, why was that appropriate? She didn't know but for whatever reason she kept coming back to that.
Okay she thought looking sadly at the trees she knew she could never love again.
Back to work, not for me, not for him… for them, I'm their last chance for a voice now… even if I have lost my own.
Fin
Unless anyone wants me to carry this on into a story… mmm I guess we'll see.