The soft breeze filled with sea air flew past and Maria closed her eyes
against the sun. Liz was drawing again. It seemed to be a passion of hers.
One day, when they had enough money, and no mother to steal it, Maria was
going to save up and buy parchment and inks so Liz could draw to her hearts
content. Usually she wrote symbols or poems or prayers that Maria had
taught her, but when she drew.....they were the most beautiful images that
even the gods up in the glittering sky couldn't have pictured.
Pictures of Kye's horses with wings. Strange far off planets or a simple picture of a person that showed much thought.
Maria wished and wished for her sister to suddenly wake up one day and be....normal. To gossip about the young men down at the crossroads. Try on clothes in shops and work together in a chattering atmosphere.
Actually, when she thought about it, this could never happen anyway. They would always be too busy to gossip, and try on clothes? No way would any respectable dresser would let them on the step of his shop.
Chattering atmosphere? Yeah right. What a load of bull I come out with.
Maria sighed, putting her poetic side away and watched Liz.
I'm floating down a river,
Oars freed from their holes long ago.
Lying face up on the floor of my vessel
I marvel at the stars
And feel my heart overflow.
Two weeks without my lover
I am in this boat all alone.
Floating down a river named emotion
Will I make it back to shore?
Or drift into the unknown?
I'm building an antenna
Transmissions will be sent when I'm through.
Maybe we'll meet again further down the river,
And share what we both discovered.
Then revel in the view.
Incubus "Aqueous Transmission"
Pictures of Kye's horses with wings. Strange far off planets or a simple picture of a person that showed much thought.
Maria wished and wished for her sister to suddenly wake up one day and be....normal. To gossip about the young men down at the crossroads. Try on clothes in shops and work together in a chattering atmosphere.
Actually, when she thought about it, this could never happen anyway. They would always be too busy to gossip, and try on clothes? No way would any respectable dresser would let them on the step of his shop.
Chattering atmosphere? Yeah right. What a load of bull I come out with.
Maria sighed, putting her poetic side away and watched Liz.
I'm floating down a river,
Oars freed from their holes long ago.
Lying face up on the floor of my vessel
I marvel at the stars
And feel my heart overflow.
Two weeks without my lover
I am in this boat all alone.
Floating down a river named emotion
Will I make it back to shore?
Or drift into the unknown?
I'm building an antenna
Transmissions will be sent when I'm through.
Maybe we'll meet again further down the river,
And share what we both discovered.
Then revel in the view.
Incubus "Aqueous Transmission"
