Deep In the Night

Caught in in a whirlwind of duties obligations and responsibilities she wonders ... how can I be the girl I am and the woman I am expected to be... managing... work... errands endless responsiblities ... Am I to grow old fulfilling these... Where is the girl I used to be... the one who would wait until it was now or never before completing any chores. Fun was what she wanted.... Excitemnet ... glamour... seaside walks country rides atop a faithful friend... deep into the southern sultry nights she would glide as the wind carried her to him... Touching the air as she reaches to him... It is now cold and drawn... unyeilding... The moon watches sadly as she waits he does not come... only the sounds of the night moonlight and shadows to comfort her... The chill of the night is colder now. Deep longing for his touch... soft lips melding into the vapor... bodies as one in the deep ebony light... Oh where and who am I my mind questions... I cannot live in dreams... As I set atop Thunder my heart wonders ... where is the girl in me... Who am I ... Do I still love him... many thingsssss... Why can I not reach to him in the real life... copyrightacb2014