2 BEGINNING

On Saturday evening I stood by the railings looking at him. He dressed like a gentleman and his hair swayed with the calm breeze, that brought me goosebumps. The light from the lamp opposite to our door caught the white curve of his neck , lit up his hair and the hand upon the railings.

These sweet sounds converged in a single sensation of life for me . I imagined that I bore my chalice safely through a throng of foes . His name sprang to my lips at moment in strange prayer and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were often full of tears ( I could not tell why ) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom . I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I could ever speak to him or not or, if I spoke to him , how I could tell him of my confused adoration ,but my body was like a harp and his words and gesture were like fingers running upon the wires

Thank you

_by skystar