Under a watchful gaze,
I see him,
We glance at eachother
knowing right now it can not be.
He smiles at me
my heart flickers.
He sends me notes
they make me smile
I know we have to be a secret
even if for just a while.
I wait for the day
I can finally say
I love this man of mine
His name is Stavon,
my heart my love...My soul is thine
Another day has passed and I don't know what Stavon decided. I wonder if he received my messages. He shouldn't break the news about joining the C' La Andria without a talent finder...His father wouldn't let him go and I don't trust that Jarik...There is something not quite right about him...
I wanted to meet with Stavon tonight, I wanted to share the races with him. I know my parents wouldn't understand. They don't even know about us and if they did, well I shudder to think about that.
Today is a celebration, it's my birthday and my father is riding in the races. I don't want him to, but he will, so I guess I will just have to cheer for him and pray he doesn't get hurt.
I really wish I could invite Stavon...He is my soulmate. How can the gods be so cruel and make him from the family of my most hated enemy?
If there is any justice left in the univese, we will be together.
My dreams scare me lately. I wake up in the middle of the night sweating after watching someone be burned to death. Why am I having this dream? I always feel as if my entire life is about to change. Why am I feeling so scared of what's coming. The C' La Andria side of me says it's from the future. I wish I knew when or even who, so I could stop it. The gift of prophecy is not a great one to have...knowing that something is going to happen and being helpless to stop it is a terrible feeling. That's why I chose not to join the C' La Andria order...I don't want to know. It is too sad.
If only I could contact Stavon today...but I know I can't he has enough on his mind with telling his father about everything...I miss him
About Me
- Joann H. Buchanan
- The love of the written word is like a drug. A single thought can turn into miles across the ocean or a night in bed with someone you love. They are the very essence of my soul; I breathe them in everyday just to live. My heroes aren't the people who are rich and famous. They are the ones who aren't afraid to tattoo my heart with the words they write. The shadows between the pages are the undiscovered worlds and minds of the person who writes them.