NB: I was in a strange mood while I wrote this, so if it's a bit weird, don't worry. Please R/R. thanx.
Seeing her here
The man at the window looked out upon the vista that lay before him. He heaved a great sigh, for his love was away, and he felt empty without her. Tortall stood on the threshold of winter, the frost already clouded the window pane. But it seemed that on the misty surface of that window her...reflection shone.
"Alanna..." the blazing figure stood before him, in copper and violet glory.
There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
He Saw then a shrouded figure in what appeared sheets of ice falling around her ears, a blizzard of the worst kind, till all he could See of her was the copper locks that stood apart from the rest of the view like a torch.
And his heart ached.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and,
The light that you shine can be seen.
Momentarily he looked away, his eyes large with fear. George remembered all of her.
The small girl...or boy.
The glorious woman.
And how much he love her.
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
How his feelings grew for her was amazing. His soul was bursting to be affectionate. He didn't know when these emotions came, though a strange nagging feeling told him that it was from the beginning.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
She left him.
She loved him.
She didn't understand.
But she will.
He knew this.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large
And the light that you shine can be seen.
She was coming home, and he will be the first to embrace her.
With one last stare at the reflection, he stepped away from that window and sagged into chair.
A single tear rolled down his cheek. But a small smile presented itself upon his lips.
For he was joyous.
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
A/N: What do you think? Good? Stupid?
Seeing her here
The man at the window looked out upon the vista that lay before him. He heaved a great sigh, for his love was away, and he felt empty without her. Tortall stood on the threshold of winter, the frost already clouded the window pane. But it seemed that on the misty surface of that window her...reflection shone.
"Alanna..." the blazing figure stood before him, in copper and violet glory.
There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
He Saw then a shrouded figure in what appeared sheets of ice falling around her ears, a blizzard of the worst kind, till all he could See of her was the copper locks that stood apart from the rest of the view like a torch.
And his heart ached.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and,
The light that you shine can be seen.
Momentarily he looked away, his eyes large with fear. George remembered all of her.
The small girl...or boy.
The glorious woman.
And how much he love her.
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
How his feelings grew for her was amazing. His soul was bursting to be affectionate. He didn't know when these emotions came, though a strange nagging feeling told him that it was from the beginning.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
She left him.
She loved him.
She didn't understand.
But she will.
He knew this.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large
And the light that you shine can be seen.
She was coming home, and he will be the first to embrace her.
With one last stare at the reflection, he stepped away from that window and sagged into chair.
A single tear rolled down his cheek. But a small smile presented itself upon his lips.
For he was joyous.
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
A/N: What do you think? Good? Stupid?