A Story by Sheila Kline

A lover's quest to embrace one who cannot be distanced from a heart of commitment.


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© 2014 Sheila Kline

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Author's Note

Sheila Kline


The velvet glow of a lover's moon draped delicate lace ribbons 'cross evening's sky as I searched the barren landscape for you, but my searching was in vain for I found you not.

The velvet of the sky became dotted with memory of yesterday when we had made love under the twilight of it.

My faint voice was quivering with fear as I cried into the winds of emptiness. I hesitated for a moment to listen for you, but I heard you not.

Suddenly, the winds howled back at me like a painted gypsy girl searching for her caravan of carts laden with tin cans and pots clanging together as the wheels rolled along a barren landscape of mockery.

Weary feet started racing, each step drudging a bit faster than the one before, all the while I continued praying, pleading for each one to bring me to the presence of you.

But they became bruised, bloody, sore with the rocks that cut through my satin slippers. My efforts to protect them were in vain as the threads were fraying more with each step. The pain I felt, but I had to continue on as my future depended on this journey of discovery.

My aching heart was racing, pulsing faster with the intensity of my quest, but the beat of it was heard only by the loneliness within me as I found you not to cease its failing strength, nor feel its tears stinging the empty chambers of the joy we had once shared, now throbbing with the absence of you.

You had to be found!

I clutched at my breast, feeling faint of heart, but realizing that if I stopped I would never have you again so with renewed strength I forged on.

You were my eternity!

I could not live without the embrace of you.

I could not exist without feeling your lips touch mine.

You were the sweet breath of goodness to me.
You were the lifeblood of happiness for me.

But, I neither heard nor saw you, and I fell to the ground and started sobbing, thrusting my hands toward the Heavens and crying in the name of God why my journey was in vain.

He answered me not.

Suddenly,the velvet lover's moon slipped behind clouds that were painting the canvas of the sky, and rain started to fall as thunder and lightning joined hands with my tears now dancing down my face, flowing so quickly that they were collecting in midnight pools beside my thread bare satin slippers.

I was pierced by the dampness now chilling me and I started to shake with the cold of the pagan depth of it covering me o'er like a funeral blanket.

Pierced, pained, so lonely was I, yet I could not give up hope for it was only hope that could bring me promise of tomorrow.

And then in the distance I heard your voice 'midst the howling winds of abandonment, and I started to run towards you...faster, faster, faster my weary feet ran.

Closer and closer I came until I heard you singing a song of love - a love sonnet it was, composed of beautiful notes of remembrance of days past, made rich and bold with tender words of "I love you".

It was then I knew you had not left me, that you would forever be with me. If only in the sound of the winds of love, you were with me.

And my spirit began to sing with joy. Oh yes, my spirit sang a flowing melody of joy, and it filled the Heavens with the sound of, "Darling you are forever mine!"

I wonder if you know distance may never cease my heart beating for you?

Sheila, Ms. Lady of Love

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Wow Sheila you had me riveted and my pulse pounding throughout this piece... quite different and exceptional... I see the old saying "It is always darkest before the dawn" after reading this... brilliant metaphors and vivid imagery really made this piece shine.

Posted 10 Years Ago

3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


Now Ms. Lady of love! This was different yet so YOU! I loved it! I loved the imagery, the flow, the storyline, the whole darn enchilada!!

Way to go..
Mags xx

Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You say that this is different for you, but this is one of the first I read of your work so I wonder what you usually write ( will check it out later). I am not really into romance literature but this was a very beautiful poetic piece - I can almost feel the struggle in the characters search for love! great job! thanks for sending me this request!

i think thread bare is a single word - threadbare

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I'm speechless. Your metaphors make everything so visceral from the moonlight, to the shivering, to the need to keep moving on. Beautiful piece.

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a beauty, Sheila.

Yes, it is different for you, but the write is pouring over with you. I can see you in every line. Powerful passion. Wonderful phrasing. This can be polished a bit more, but the shine is ever so bright already. This is definitely one of your best efforts, and is one of which to be proud.

Congratulations on an exceptionally fine write. Very high marks, indeed.

Best regards,


Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Such sadness and longing, empty ache and need describing a true and great measure of devotion. I know these feelings and they are imprisoned in my heart. Whether they will die with me, I cannot say but I know as long as I live, they will always be with me. Time does not heal all wounds. True, it may allow them to scab over but a brush against the world can bring fresh pain and start the crimson blood; the flood of memories, flowing once again. This was an exceptional write. Thank you for sharing this.

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I approve of and applaud your versatility. You have made me smile, lust, think and feel at various times. This poem made me think wildly. It makes me think that to pique a woman's love a man has, in some way, to be distant, unobtainable, contrary. This does not necessarily lead to happiness, but it does seem to lead, women esp, to great flights of yearning. Once love is achieved, then dullness sets in and the long march to disappoitment can begin. I wonder if the hope of love is love's highest state? Petrach made an entire poetry out of it.

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

So different from past Sheila, constrained yet passionate, desperate yet all-seeing. Your work has altered so much I find it difficult to comment on this poem .. but wanted you to know i answered your request to read this extraordinary piece of writing.

Will return to read it slowly, re-read it carefully.

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was a very emotional yet intriguing piece. It was very well written. There is an element of passion in your words here that is beautiful. Nicely done.

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What a beautiful write. It could be from a dream of one who has lost a love, one who's love is far away, or of one who's love has died. Your imagery is vivid and the similes astounding. I loved the likeness to the gypsy. Nicely done.

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i liked this alot ..very different and unique but i think you did very well with it...liked the tone of this story alot filled with lots of meaning! overall you did a wonderful jobn on this... nice work!!!

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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23 Reviews
Added on January 15, 2010
Last Updated on August 8, 2014
Tags: Search, Romance, Commitment, Sorrow


Sheila Kline
Sheila Kline


I am a Poetess of Multiplicity who also enjoys genealogy research, current events, folk ballads and Irish/Celtic music, and I am a grand lover of dogs! I strive to live by the philosophy o.. more..