Moonlight Thoughts

By Peter Fifield

That First Night...
When we laid in the sand that night
with our tangled bodies
and you cradled my heart with yours.

When there were no words but instead
the sounds of whispering waves
that spoke of love we did not know yet.

When I felt the cool, damp sand encase my feet
and your laugh
tickle down my arms.

When the stars were as bright as Austin
and they swayed on the ocean’s surface
like drunk friends on the walk home.

When your soul began its slow descent
to mine where they intertwined and mingled and grew,
leaving us startled and gasping for fresh air.

When I felt our hands exposed to the breaking
of the clouds
and the smoke numbed our skin from the sharp night.

When you made me feel alive again.

That’s when.
That’s when I knew.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peter Fifield
• Release date: Feb 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301417025

Peter Fifield

Just who is the Author named Peter Fifield: I am a father who has experienced the happiness of a relationship and the heartbreak associated with premature loss, a man full of life due to the frustrations and joys of raising two teenagers.I am an internet published author of 15 books with readers in countries as diverse as India, Japan, Great Britain, Canada and the United States of America. I am a man who questions the performance of Christianity on the part of groups professing true performance a man who questions religions demanding obedience to their beliefs without encouraging exploration of truth on the part of followers.I am a man who supports equality of opportunity, treatment, and justice for every man and women on the face of the earth. I am a seeker of knowledge that transcends the bounds of culture and religions, and the constraints of governments and self-interests. Why do I write? It comes from the heart. It pours out in the night.It is the desire to communicate feelings others may share. It comes from the recognition that life is a journey that can be shared with other travelers when communicated. It comes from the recognition that words can heal, inspire, create dreams, and also let us touch reality. But most of all they allow us to express to others what we feel in our own hearts. That is the reason we read and quote others who have expressed what we ourselves share. ~Peter Fifield

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Moonlight Thoughts- Copyright © 2013 by Peter Fifield- Published at Smashwords-

-Lakeside Chat-

Let’s run away she said, flipping aimlessly through the pages of her poetry book.

Where would we go Karin? I asked, tilting my face away from her and blowing a cloud of smoke into the air. I watched as it drifted out over the lake, slowly rising and expanding above the water.

I don’t know. She closed her book and pulled on the striped blanket resting on her shoulders, closing herself even tighter in the fabric.

Anywhere.

I took another drag on my cigarette. A gust of wind engulfed us, causing ripples in her blanket and shaking our dock as it carried the greenish-brown water beneath us out in unnatural directions.

It was a Tuesday.

It was always a Tuesday.

The dry skin on my hands began to sting from the cold and I shoved them in my jacket pockets, cigarette dangling loosely between my lips.

I can’t imagine anywhere else would be much different, I said, sitting down next to her on the dock. She shrugged, looking out over the water, her eyebrows furrowing in concentration.

It’d been almost a year now since we’d first begun these weekly meetings. Well, maybe Meetings isn’t the right word. I think Therapy Sessions is a bit more accurate. It all began on a Tuesday,

January 19th of last year.

The day I felt the shards of glass pierce my arm, both our faces falling open in shock, her angry voice above me yelling, What have you done?!

As she bandaged my cuts and cleaned up the mess and everything I had broken.

The day that girl walked out of my life for good and I buried myself beneath blankets wondering why everyone I loved always seems to leave me.

The Day I sat on the floor of my room turning to you for comfort and protection but was instead helplessly split open as your words exploded the guilty conscious sleeping in my chest.

The Day I stood before my mirror, trembling as my mother beckoned me downstairs for dinner, pinching and pulling at my skin, wishing for nothing but an escape.

That night we met up after dark, the stars completely covered by a blanket of clouds.

The Night we wandered for hours in the woods our feet hitting the ground in a constant, steady pattern.

The Night we discovered the lake and the dock, alone, abandoned, and untouched for decades.

The Night we stood together, hands clasped tightly, screaming until our whole bodies