Cloudy Days of Winter by J Costeano (a book to read TXT) 📖

Mother Remember The Times

I remember when I was alone and you were some other place instead of right here with me. You said I would always be there in your heart no matter where you are. Though the further apart we were I felt torn completely in two. I can’t remember ever when my heart felt so full of your love when you were always away. I only knew when I was with you; I still mist you with so much love. I guess it’s because I always knew that you were never ever going to stay for very long.

That’s when I feel so complete and so full of love and joy. Loving you like it was going to be for the very last time. I know you understand, though there were too many times I couldn’t understand why you had to leave me all alone to fend for myself in this selfish cruel world. We’ve spent more time separated from each other and further apart severed by many miles. Is all I know, my heart keeps breaking up and falling into broken shards of glass.

Down on my knees constantly praying to God I hope to see the day you’re here soon. I'll keep the candles lit and burning every night so that you will hopefully see the light and find your way through the dark night and find your way home to my heart once again…

The Mermaid

There she was, all like the silky wind across the moonlight. Haven't seen such a beautiful thing in all my life! She fell like a thunderstorm piercing lighting in through my heart & soul... Tears I had felt seemed like years after she had left. Now is all that is left are the rivers that were formed by me leading to the endless waves of shore's across this bay. It's not the end, Someday she'll come across this end again, crossing the Milky Way and universe. So I thought as I was pondering on that, near the endless rivers of tears I've left run off into the bay!


Then one night something fell from the sky like a falling star into the bay. So I ran as quickly as I could but only to find nothing but waves motioning towards the shore with the moonlight ripples glistening from each wave that came slowly my way.

I stayed for a while, caught in a trance by the moment of solitude and solitaire as I watched the moon's deep landscapes from a distance till I fell asleep. The next morning I awoke and found pearl’s, sea shells and hand print's that appeared almost dissapear right from the bay leading beside me. Was I still sleeping and dreaming or was this real? While looking to see whom else was around and wondering where else these little prints were leading too. I found a message scribbled on the sand by where the prints that appeared to lead right back into the bay!

It said: Open your eye's then maybe next time we'll
Have another chance to talk again!
Sleep for now, you look so in peace.

Recluse from a Distance

There I was, underneath that dark cloud again but this time the rain was warm and not so much wind. Out beyond the distance I could see a sailboat working the sails against the wind gracefully. Up in the sky I could also see seagulls gliding and hovering together through the wind that seem to fill in the air up there. On the seashore I noticed big crashing waves slamming into the coastal beach. The rain doesn’t seem to stick around and seems to just be passing on by. I now head closer to the sandy beach to get as close as I can to the water. I love the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore and the seagulls in the background seem to add to the solitude and serenity.

There in the distance I could see a motionless body sitting on the sand wrapped in a black blanket starring out to the sea. I could tell this was definitely the body of a woman from her hair and features from the way she was posed and sitting. The strangest thing is that there were no footprints
surrounding her as if the sand had been undisturbed and untouched by her presence. There was something about her I found mystical and surreal that kept me just observing her. I guess I was curious and wondered about her in every way.

An Evening with Me

Here we go, another turn, the wind keeps pushing the clouds and the rain is on its way. It's not cold but very warm and humid and it has just started to sprinkle here on the beach. Clouds shift on by with the endless features of dark fierce shades of grey. White caps intensified by the display of the luminous sky above are pounding, smashing and ripping through the rough currents of the seas down below.

The seagulls are like kites above soaring and hovering like scoundrels in search of easy pickings left over by children eating and running about. The beachcomber's have their kites lines out with a curve from the brute force of the trade winds. The kites move acrobatically from left to right sporadically. For some unseen reason the wind calms down a bit as seagulls keep themselves in flight right along side for the ride.

From a distance kites and seagulls compete for air and space dominance. The sails from the local cutters yacht club display boldly with no fear and dominance from the rough winds. Violent waves are smashing against the hull as the bow buckles downward piercing and slicing through the dark ocean side.

Others followed the leader of the wild pack as other sail boats fall short from behind. You can see the rain and hear it pounce on the sand and water but no one runs for covered shelter. Children are running around and prancing like a ritual, finding puddles of muddy water here and there to stomp on and splash around on each other. No one seems to mind even though we've all done it as a child growing up from time to time I guess.

There's a beach bomb fire roaring with blazing red hot coals in the background, not even the wind and rain seem to smother it out through it all. You can see the hot steam coming off everyone's head's and shoulder's by the fire and we don’t seem to get any wetter though the forecast say's the worst is yet to come that evening.

All of the sailboats are heading their way back to the port and the kites are being reeled in simultaneously. The fire pit is still blazing and I'll stay awhile and watch the fire till it gets a little darker and the fire dies through the night...

Text: Text Copyright © 2010 by Joey Costeano. All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be bought or sold for reproduction-mechanically, or electronically stored on a retrieval system or photo copying by any other means without the written consent or permission of the author. The contents may be read by means of electronic devices for review and must not be sold for profitable monetary purposes unless the author has been contacted in advance and subjected for approval. jcosteano@yahoo.com
Publication Date: 01-13-2010

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Dedication:
The main concepts are there, but to be able to convert it into action is were it gets tricky. The day is beginning to bring new life to an old being and new hope to forgotten ones. So live your life to the best or better than your ability to regain the thoughts, words and deeds of people less fortunate than you & I to bring new life to the forgotten ones and regain your soul.