waiting

alone
afraid
lost
none of those things describe me tonight
i have a renewed sense of creativity
its like waking from a long dreary dream
stories almost forgotten stir anew in my mind

i long to finish those stories
so many though... on which do i start?
exxes seems a good one, but too complex?
perhaps fuzzball comics...
so i do some animation, some render tests
and now i sit and wait for the numbers to be crunched

smooth digital jazz soothing me
the moon high in the sky
bright as the sun
a day away from being full

...........................

he sits on a deserted beach
waiting for her
he has been here for minutes that stretch into years
still waiting
seeing her face in his mind, he smiles
waiting
will she come?
the invitation was simple
meet me on our beach, ill be waiting
our beach
they met there
he was alone that day
beat up by life
getting away
she was walking down the shoreline
crying from the beating life had given her
not wanting to be alone
she did not see him
he saw her
he watched as she walked by
head hung low, tears flowing
it was almost midnight
the moon peaking out from behind thunderheads
making their way inland
she walks just past him, and stops
facing the powerful ocean
waves pounding in one after another
like the blows she received earlier from the day
a lost friend
a misunderstanding at work
a near miss on the highway
a past that haunts
pounding in one after another
he clears his throat almost inaudibly
she spins at the noise
and stares into the darkness
fear in her eyes
"who's there..?"
he stands
"just someone trying to get away"
no response
she glances around as if to seek some hideaway
some hole to climb into
some place to hide
"ill leave the beach to you if you need it"
"no" she says at last
"you ok?"
"no, not really"
"then we are two of a kind, then. want to talk about it?"
with a total stranger? oh sure
"not really"
he sits
"ok"
she stands there trying to see him
then walks towards him, slowly
and sits just to his right
...
silence

that was the first night they spent together
on this beach
two people just out of reach of each other
yet totally alone
he finally broke the silence with some of his own thoughts
she sat and listened for some time before she spoke a word
but once that word was spoken
a relationship started
they began "running into each other"
on that beach
at first hit and miss
he would show up hoping to see her again
and did not
she would take that walk
hoping he would step out of the darkness
offering an ear
and walk on alone
but the meetings began to be more and more often
not "planned"
but soon each time they sought out the beach
they found each other
talking until the sun came up over the line cut across the sky by the sea
they shared their pasts
their secrets
pains
loves
struggles
victories
exploring the depth of each other
as each would allow
..............
information was finally exchanged
a number
an address
then many days passed before either visited the beach
he took a chance today
leaving that note
not a chance meeting
an invitation
now he waits
did he cross a line?
would the magic of a "chance meeting" die with that invitation?
he waits
when do i get up and leave? he asks himself
how long do i wait?
waiting
oh well...
he stands, brushing the sand from his jeans
and looking up
he sees her...