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CHAPTER 1—DR. CALVIN THOMAS           The fog thickened as moisture clouded the air, but there were still people on the Long Island beach. It seemed as though nothing could keep them away from the shore. Orange and yellow rafts floated with children on board; inner tubes barley able to remain afloat carried large women; beached husbands occasionally peered out at the blue-green expanse in the attempt to spot their wives. Variations of recreational activities wer...

CHAPTER FOUR--VANESSA   Vanessa Viermont Brent was unaware of the beauty of the spring morning as she sat in the dark recesses of Bradley's Tavern nursing her beer. The only demonstration of the brightness of the day was the stray sunbeam which made its slow journey across the tavern floor, the dust motes dancing gaily in its radience. In the quiet, conforting darkness, however, it was perpetual evening, and Vanessa liked it that way. She sat nesled in the corner of the leather-covered b...

Is it the way you sing as your whisper drifts through my soul Or how on the dance floor you're doing your thing stepping to every relevant beat no distraction you're at attention and you're lookin' at me as I twirl to your command you move... in close I love the way you --   Is it the way you smile 'cause the blue in your eyes is intoxicating me and suddenly I can't breathe You take my life and my need for expression to a whole new level of love I've never needed air ...

As time flies deeper into the night, I sit and wonder just what should I write. Something good or something bad? What I have or what I've had? I had a love that filled my heart, With tender kisses from the start. I often wonder why'd it end, A lack of love or a new found friend? It doesn't matter either way, Because my heart still hurts the same. Though days and months have led to years. To sit and think or shed more tears. Maybe one day soon I'll come around And make a smile out of a frown. ...

A River Flows Even when you're not here A river flows for you. Streaming down mountain's edges, Searching for your heart. The merest thought of you, The touch of your hand, A kiss on the lips or A slight smile and a river flows. Memories of your embrace Ring like the softness of The tone in your voice when you're loving me. I close my eyes and a river flows. You touch me with your words like A poet who has found the entrance To his lover's heart. That part inside Where you can never escape. I...