She wonders when there will be time again to court her Muse. To take her for long, solitary walks, and plunge with her deeply into dreams, where they dove together without caution, through tempests of color, desires, emotions, only to merge back into the world, no longer ordinary, having been touched by the sublime, having
Like gossamer dream catchers, clouds lay down upon the sky where their filaments collect hope and desire as fragile as a wish.
But the nightmare continues… I’m running from someone; my legs are so heavy I can barely move them. Terror fills me… The lone rider on a roller coaster, no one hears my scream as I reach the crest and see that the track has been removed at the bottom… Floating on my back down a
In an instant she stands before me. The air becomes charged with an electric-like energy. My skin prickles with tension. Looking into her eyes, I sense my balance shifting. My vision becomes kaleidoscopic. I see bits and pieces of human life from a point above it all. Birth, love, friendship, deceit, hate, death. Strangely fascinating,
Valkyrie rises with the dawn. The precursor to some poor soul’s nightmare.
As you close your eyes to sleep this night, these simple wishes I leave with you… …that a puppy’s joy of life and passion to play live always inside your heart… …that, like a cat, you know you only deserve the best… …that you never stop believing in those things your eyes cannot see… …that
My sleep was full of dreams that night. But the only one I remembered in clear detail was me walking down the middle of a stream. I was following a snake that shimmied along the surface of the water. As it glided along, it shed its skin. First a black skin, which I picked up
LouAnne and Tina began writing immediately. It was like they’d had this stored up and were channeling the information. But I hesitated, suddenly afraid. I’d had fleeting romances and mad crushes, but had never known real love, the kind where you want that person around forever. So what if I did something wrong with this
A deep warmth spreads throughout her chest. “Oh, but this hurts too much. It’s too raw.” “Like the newly hatched butterfly. But it will get better. The pain is deep, but the ecstasy…oh, yes…” She-cat bends and gathers the salt from the woman’s tears off the ground and holds the tiny crystals between her palms.
She wakes to bird songs and the warmth of Helios against her skin. She flutters tired eyes open and watches as the demon melts with the morning mist. She imagines a plaintive hhiiisssss… as its body turns to smoke. A mountain lion walks slowly through the mist toward her. Golden sunlight sparkles off its green