Dreaming, wanting hoping, aching ...
I ts dark and the air is cold......there is no breeze from the sea, the white sands await in vane of the waves the warm wet kiss, and she sits there on that sand by the edge of the sea waiting, wanting, dreaming,hoping, all the while her heart just aching, for him. The dark noisy clouds that earlier made the afternoon seem so sad, led the way to a dark, starless night that weighs heavy on her heart A round full moon shines weakly behind a silver cover of clouds, not bright enough to light her... Sign in to see full entry.