Bruce R. Campbell
James Spix
By
Bruce R. Campbell
She walks through the light of day
With the sun in her hair.
She walks through the dark of night
With the starlight in her eyes.
She walks through the golden dawn
With the dew upon her face.
She walks through misty evenings
Gone without a trace.
She walks through springtime flowers
Caressing every bloom.
She Walks through autumn orchards
Beneath a harvest moon.
She walks through lazy summers
Drowning in the heat.
She walks through coldest winter
When the cycle is complete.
She walks through silent hallways
Crying for the doomed.
She walks the prisons of our lives
Each locked in private rooms.
She walks through our tormented hearts
To bring us safely home.
She walks with every one of us
So we are not alone.
By
James Spix
Abuse, neglect, sorrow and pain
Self doubt and confusion thrive
In love you were brought into this world
In trouble you have learned to survive
You come to me at its worst
Arms open I offer comfort
From surroundings so torn and filled with strife
In me you find a warm heart
Away from a world unfit to strive
Love so torn against heart and mind
I offer life forgiving and a bar raised high
An offered chance above all you?ve known
A friend from fear and cold embrace
A home of warmth and soothing ties
A life of goals and achievements found
A family of joys and love abound
Give me your heart of tempered steel
And open up to what you have yet to know
You are who I have always longed
My, friend, my life, my loving child
by
Bruce R. Campbell
It was at this time that David and Naylissa met. David was the third son of a lesser noble among the humans. Naylissa was a daughter of the Fourth Herd among the Centaurs. Though they both came from prosperous families, neither family had any real power. And that was unfortunate for both of them.
David?s family bred some of the finest horses in the land, and David grew up taking care of his families herd. As a result, he had a deep love and respect for their power and beauty. His older brother?s were different. To them, the horses were property and investments nothing more. They knew enough not to hurt them, but were often cruel in more subtle ways. Never leaving a mark that could lower the price they could get. They were also very mean to David. Everyone knew that David had no real future. As third son, he was little more than a stable hand. His brothers were the ones who would take over from their father. David was happy it was that way. He didn?t want the responsibility of running the farm. He was very happy to just take care of the horses he so loved.
Naylissa loved to run. Being part of the Fourth Herd meant there was plenty of time for it. Fourth Herd had few official duties. The only time they were really called upon, was when there was a war. Fourth Herd produced some of the best Generals the Centaurs ever had. Fortunately for Naylissa, at least as far as she was concerned, Females never fought, except as a last resort. Thus she had the time to indulge in her greatest passion.
It was on one of her runs, that she met David. He was out searching for a mare that had gotten lost. Before he knew it, he was at the river that marked the border between the Human lands and the Centaur lands. It was a wide river, but one could cross it if careful. Naylissa was running along the banks of the same river enjoying the wind rushing through her hair. She was so entranced by it, she didn?t even notice David on the other side of the river. He stood there spellbound. He had never actually seen a Centaur before. He had heard that they were part horse, but didn?t really believe it till now.
As she neared where David was standing, his mouth agape, the wind shifted and she caught his scent. She stopped and looked around, her curiosity momentarily overcoming her fear. Then she saw him. He was just standing there, and looked to be unarmed. To her equine senses, that meant he was no threat. She moved to the edge of the river to get a drink and closer look at him. Having never seen a human, she was curious to know why her Sire hated them so. Keeping a wary eye on David, she waded into the water to get her drink.
David stood as still as he could. He hardly dared to breath. He didn?t want to scare her away. His practiced eye recognized the magnificence of her equine parts, and his masculinity couldn?t help but react to the attractiveness of her human parts. He never wanted her to go. He watched as she dipped a small canteen in the water. He didn?t move as she turned back to the riverbank. When she was on the shore, she turned again, and said, ?You might want to close your mouth before you swallow a fly.? With a small whinnying laugh, she flicked her tail and ran back the way she had come.
Snapping his mouth closed, David once again began his search for the missing mare. His thoughts were awhirl. She talked!...
