Date: 09/29/2002
From: MissingSliderRyan

BT's got the complimentary tinfoil one.

Speaking of Eagle Eyes, a little poetic interlude.... Skip to end if you wish. :-D




In the darkness
Images of the past
People, things, death, a baby's face
"He will be your downfall!"
Plagued her dreams
Screaming out in the night
Strong arms held her tight
Comforting her through her horrors

Looking upward through
The open space above them
From the removed thatches
In the roof
Pale moon light filtering downward
Illuminating her face

"What troubles you my wife?
What is it that you won't tell me?
Will you ever tell me?
I want to help you conquer your demons"

Taking her right wrist
Into the moonlight
The small flower shined
"I have seen this before
In my youth
Who was the woman I saw
When I was just a babe?"

Once again she whimpered
Holding her close
Caressing her forehead
Murmuring comforting words
"Tell me of your past
I will help you"

Eagle’s Eyes awoke
But she had already gone to market
Sighing, he wished that she would tell him
Her deepest secrets
He wanted to help
But she didn’t want it

“My wife, what is it
That you don’t want me to know?
What vexes you at night
In your dreams?
Is it me?
Is it something I have done
Or haven’t done?
Please no secrets.”

He went with his plans for the day
Chopping wood until she came back
Then they would talk
This time there was going back
He would know everything
She had no choice

In the marketplace, Little Flower
Searched for lunch and dinner for the day
Her mind on her nightmares
Reliving her past
Saddened by her loss of innocence
Angry for her vengeance
Grief-stricken for everything she did
All in the name of revenge

“What do I tell my husband?
If I tell him everything
Will he abandon me?
Does it matter anymore?
I’m tired of running
I’m tired of forgetting
I’m tired of reliving
The past every night
I will tell him.”

Her smile returned
She found what she was looking for
Peace and tranquility
With renewed energy
She faced the day with courage and hope

Back at home
Eagle’s Eyes had steadily
Chopped enough wood for winter
His muscles glistened in the sun
Exerting under the heat
Wiping the sweat on his bare arm
Awaiting her return

@~~>~~~


I've brought the overused Peck copy of Faye Raye in "King Kong." You can't tell me that Maggie tied up to the ropes wasn't eerily similar to that scene in "King Kong."



MSR