http://slow.writerscafe.org/crickett13 The original writings of author Harold Mathews en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776082186 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I stand at the precipice with only my faithto hold me there. I feel an insatiable longing for the angel with raven hair. She balances my heart on the tip of her finger. Uncaring? Unconcerned? Does she sense my fear? or feel my passion so long left undisturbed? She whispers to me. Have faith my love .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crickett13/1791000/ Pale moonlight washes over us. Filling in the lines she fears so much. Lines that I cherish and caress. That I trace with my lips, my fingers, and my eyes. She fears I only remember what she once was, before the years had touched her. She does not know how I treasure each of her lines. The complex w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crickett13/1790998/ When you look in the mirror Can your eyes see what I see? When you wake in the morning... Have I ever been in your dreams? When you gaze out your window Do you ever hear my heartbeat? When you hear the wind whisper Does it ever whisper my name? If you can't understand what I'm seeing take another l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crickett13/1790991/