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UP AND OUT AND AWAY was her heart
They started to talk while they were working
every once in a while their hands would touch and then their eyes would lock. They would feel a shiver and he would smile, she would blush.
She looked so young
In his eyes
As their lips touched
And hearts melted
That made them
Fly up and out and away
The break in the rains, as it was called in the rain forest, had a different name in the countryside, (Drought). It was miserable outside. So hot and humid the water just poured off their bodies but they didn’t seem to notice.
It was the night of her fiftieth birthday, and she knew he was planning a birthday party for her and she was thrilled. All the locals were going to be there. They had been there for the past ten years only going back to England twice. This was home to them and they loved it.
In a Cavernous basement of the government building, everyone was gathered with presents and food and kisses and hugs.
Her hair was still long and blond and flowed so easily down her back over her long silky blue flowing dress. Her skin was still milky white, because of the big fluffy hats she would wear and her long sleeves. Everyone was always amazed how she kept her skin so silky.
He came up and grabbed her hand and pulled her on the dance floor while everyone cheered. The music was flowing their drums were beating and then the gun fire started.
Please shield my soul
Lift my heart
Oh Lord, I beg
Pull the flaming arrows
Out of the flesh
Oh it hurts too much
My heart must fly
Up and out and away
The bodies that lay on the floor that night were so many. She lifted her head to find her love bleeding, not moving. She reached her hand to his when a foot step on her hand and pulled her up by the hair.
“This is the day you die my friend your life will be no more.”
As the life flowed out she realized that UP AND OUT AND AWAY must her heart go this day.
“He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters.”
2 Samuel 22:17
©Copyright 2012 by POET DEBORAH BROOKS-LANGFORD