my mind floating high
past all the stars in the sky
far and away to another place
where no one has ever been.
I hear the whisper of desire
come to me from the lips
of the one I dream of
I feel fingers on my hips
a tugging at my lips
A flame begins to build
higher and hotter
cared for with such skill.
it's heat fills my heart
my body my soul.
Suddenly I am surrouned
by a million bright sparks
as I shatter across the sky
to be gathered again in this spot
that's filled with a cry
from a heart that pulls me back
to keep me hot
ready and full of desire
I see only the flame of love
coming from all around
it's echo the only sound
that's sweeter then the call of doves
I hold the dream close
never to lose
this place in a world
made just for me and you.
Sherrie 10/7/99
smashing into a face
leaving only a trace
of tears that only
bring more pain
Purple a color of a bruise
deeper then the skin
deeper then a soul
The most shocking of sins
a color that threatens the whole
Black a color of darkness
visible in all lights
cannot be hidden for it's starkness
can not be hidden even in the night
Green a color of fading love
that went wrong with a shout and a shove
the break of a tooth an arm
bringing tears of sorrow
and a plea for forgiveness
Yellow a faded memory
of love and hate
that destroys and takes
all in it's path
like a flood of rain
that never heals the pain.
Streaks of tears
fall on deaf ears
the rage too great
the love too twisted
to stop this color of pain
Sherrie 2./99
training area in England, a cold morning in 1944.
I am a 30 caliber machine gun bullet.Unlike the common "ball" or the rugged
"armour-piercing", I have a light in mt tail to tell my gunner where me and my buddies
go. I also let those nearby know we have passed safely by. I was made perfect in size
and contour, but I am afraid that the charge behind me is too weak to propel me very
far. My mission is to KILL.
I am seated in my ammonition belt, the end of which is already in place on Gun # 3. In
front of us I see nothing but the high sand dune about 100 yards away. What am I
doing here? Am I to be used just for TEST fire, instead of fulfilling my mission to
KILL?
As I watch I see a long line of men suddenlt appear, as if rising out of the grond,
They advance toward us, crawling--hugging the ground. Behind them more follow.
My bely jerks many times, as those before me streak out over the heads of thoose
advancing lines.
Unmindful that my turn is coming soon, I watch the slowly advancing lines,and as
individual men pass wire-encircled pits, charges explode within the pits, causing men
to shirk away.
Sunddenly, I realize that I am seated in the gun's chamber. Without warning, an
explosion behind me sends me on my way, I reamember my mission--to KILL.The
weak charge that was behind me, carries me a scant fifty yards, I nose down into the
line of men. I crash through bone and abruptly stop.
Nearby I hear a voice call out jokingly;"Come on, Kelly! I'll race you to those guns.
"fatso." A Pause, "Hey Kelly?" The frantic voice calls. "Kelly?!!" "cease Fire!!!"
I deas swirl. "Kelly?" that's Irish_American. A Good solid name!! Alas!My mission
has been finished, but in shame. I, an american bullet have Killed as designed, But I
have KILLED an American GI!!!!!
(the "voice" is the writer. Kelly a dear friend, Killed by my weapon, in a training
mission." May God forgive me)
Summer's heat has gone
The world is new again.
Rain drips on dry hard ground
as I dance round and round.
Roses scents the air
As the bloom they final flair
Of sweet colors
Red, pink, white lavender all.
A last shout announcing fall.
I lay in the soft sun light
Letting the cool air
Fills my head
Letting my dreams float
On fluffy clouds of white.
Soon the earth will be covered
In soft blankets of white
Log will sizzle and pop
The flames red and hot
As we cuddle before the blaze
Letting desire carry us away.
Too soon summer will return
It's sun so hot
It burns
All under it's bright light
Driving me in to another deep sleep
Until fall comes again.
Sherrie 10/10/00
