Guest's Free Workshop

If you agree one has to have a body,
a mind and a soul to be complete, tell me
if all parts have to be showed together
or it can be changed each time.
More than that:
Is it enough to feel love coming from him/her
or is it essential to see legs as well?
Sadness and desire, mind and body,
can be both enough to define a real being?
How about soul? What if it does not have any legs?
What if it does not need to be loved?
Just tell me
to be here physically implies mind or soul here
at the same time?

Red roses were her favourites, her name was also Rose, and every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows. The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.The card said, "Be My Valentine," like all the years before. Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say, "I love you even more this year, than last year on this day." "My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."

She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear. She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day. Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away. He always liked to do things early, way before the time. Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine. She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase. Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face. She would sit for hours, in her husband's favourite chair. While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.

A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate. With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate. Then, the very hour, as on Valentine's before, the doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door. She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock. Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop. The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain, Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain? "I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago," The owner said, "I knew you 'd call, and you would want to know." "The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance.". "Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance.". "There is a standing order, that I have on file down here, and he was paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year. There also is another thing, that I think you should know, he wrote a special little card... he did this years ago." "Then, should ever, I find out that he's no longer here, that's the card... that should be sent, to you the following year." She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard. Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.

Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note, then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote... "Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone, I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome.". "I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real. For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel. The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life. I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife.". "You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need. I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve. I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears. That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.". "When you get these roses, think of all the happiness, that we had together, and how both of us were blessed. I have always loved you and I know I always will. But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still.". "Please... try to find happiness, while living out your days. I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways. The roses will come every year, and they will only stop when your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock.". "He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out. But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt, to take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him, and place the roses where we are, together once again."

I slowly pull the paper off the calendar;
I see the date: February 14th,
A day of candy, hearts, love and kisses,
But no one will be giving candy to me.
I think of the one I love,
He has eyes that are so blue.
How can he learn of my love,
How can I get through?
A knock-a soft knock on my door
I wonder who it can be
A red rose and envelope await,
I can't understand or believe.
The card reads: "To my angel,
You're my one and only true love;
After years of searching I 've found you,
Please take my heart and my love".
A tear streams down my face
As a hand caresses my cheek.
I look up and see him and those blue eyes,
And suddenly my knees get weak.
He whispers my name and gives a sweet kiss;
I've dreamed of this day for so long.
He holds me close and looks in my eyes
As the radio plays my favorite song.
I slowly pull the paper off the calendar,
I see the date: February 14th;
One year ago today I found my love,
And finally my love found me.

Can you feel my body rise to yours
And can you feel the heat
And do you love me more and more
Each time our two souls meet?
And will you always love me
With the same abandon
Or in your eyes will I see
Other lovers picked at random?
I must be your only love
And on this you must not falter
For if you do will find
Your soul I will savagely alter
You will not breathe without me
I always be there
And though you cannot see me
You are trapped within my snare
So do not tempt your fate my love
My eyes they stay upon you
And gaze at you from inside my soul
As I thieve your spirit from you.

Waiting under a half-shadow'd moon
Desire stands in anticipation
Expectant of a lover's touch
A cool breeze across her cheek
Moist evening dew on her lips
Stars embedded in her eyes
For her beloved's pleasure
A honey'd tongue to speak of passion
Silken fingertips to bring delight
Her fragrance drifts upon the wind
Intoxicating and free for the taking
A temptation surely irresistable
Waiting under a half-shadow'd moon
Desire stands in sadness
Once expectant of a lover's touch
A crystalline tear falls from her eye
She disappears into the night
Leaving behind a stardust trail
Hoping her lover will follow

							Oh, to Bolt in the Wind...

Oh to bolt in the wind
slack reins, unafraid
of feeling the breeze in
my hair again
Breathing deep of
the air and then
run.run fast and far
to you, with you

Racing headlong into
tomorrow's morning 
Hearts fast beating
thrilled in speed
Regrets are fleeting
No looking back
for what is indeed
behind us is lost

Mariah whispers to
clandestine pain
Run fast, run free
unhand the reins
Come with me...
see destiny's eyes
Captive no more
touch freedom's sky

Into the wind...you and I

© Caroline 1999