Hey, here's another poem. Thanks to my English teacher, Mrs.Olson, for saying
'The setting
sun', which triggered the idea for this poem. Standard diclamers apply. You,
know, FK
characters don't belong to me, wish they did, blah blah blah, so on and so
forth... : )
Enjoy!!!


"The Setting Sun and What it Brings"
by:Marie
Dec. 5, 1996


The setting sun, a golden sphere, now pink with the dusk clouds.

The stars overwhelm the sky and the silvery moon takes over the place where
the sun was.

As they awaken from their restful slumber, a chilling breeze encircles the
bed they lie in,
whipering across their faces like soft kisses.

He gets up and throws on jeans and a long sleeved shirt, walking out of the
bedroom and
into the living room.

As he lights the candles, a soft flickering glow lightens the room's gloomy
darkness.

Covered from head to toe in black clothes, he strums the strings of his
midnight black
electric guitar. Soft, sweet melodies escape from the instrument and float
around in the air,
lingering.

She comes out of the bedroom, her blond hair standing out from the black she
wears.

She beckons for him to come outside and into the night with her.

Her arms cling to him in a hug, like linchen to a stone.

Her sweet, soft, and gentle kisses sweep across his cheek and to his neck.

Giving in to her request, he arises from the chair he was resting in.

They leave to explore the night with eachother.

The rising sun, blocked out by the thick, heavy, and strong velvet curtains,
overwhelms the
sky.

Blueness replaces the black sky and the sun takes it's position as well.

They lie in their soft bed, in their dark bedroom.

She feels safe in his protecting arms.

They wait paitently for sleep to kick in.

They let the deep slumber seep into them until they are sound asleep.

The last thing on their minds before the sleep takes it course, is eachother.

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Yeah, another Tracy and Vachon scribbling.

Send virtual chocolate, plane tickets to Toronto, keys to Vachon's church,
and/or security
code to get into Nick's loft to: MDNTRS@aol.com  (Flames will be ignored)

" Show'soverbye! "
" Noo, Ben. Show's *not* over! "
" Okay. How about, 'Show's*not*overhi!'? "
" *Much* better! " Me and Ben(Vachon) talking. (For real! I've met him!)