A fairy love story told of happiness, tragedy, and healing. |
"Sundown, Sunup" The two of us, souls once seemed as one teamed together, tripp'n to gleeful tunes dressed in floral hues, highlighted on Nature's backdrop, sketched in complimentary compositions drawn by life's earthy design and directed by dance in unison with hummingbirds and dragonflies. Young lovers, we were, donning fairy finery, garments sewn with threads of breathy whispers and adorned with sequins of secret wishes and pearly kisses, stitched to your blue-tinted linen britches and my ever flowing gauzy shift. Hand in hand, heart touching heart, we dared to cross the evening's threshold of the Grand Forest Door, fluttering onto a field filled with verdant magic and a myriad of marigolds for a tryst of teasing and pleasing. Sundown Dances were meant for our flying spirits; free-falling from twilight to midnight and beyond, soaring with night sky's spiraling sparks, creating trails of giggles and laughing tears raining from stars. Serendipitous love songs ensued in flight on our Summer Solstice Eve Celebration. On one occasion of late Summer Season, we two charismatic mates met with an unexpected encounter; a foe to fae. In a fit of furor, cloaked under a disguise of a dark and frigid fog, a hostile entity committed a kidnapping. Fluttering beats in my chest as your voice stuttering away from me, vanishing forever, our lives ripped apart. Frayed heart-threads remained. Your eyes lost to the infinite stars gazing back to me, your voice lingers as wind-whispers on tree breezes, I imagine your touch as ethereal feathers dry brushing my wet cheeks. And so it came to pass, Sundown Dances promised apparitions; ghosts living on back roads of my mind, roaming inside hazy dreams and stalking memories. Taunting and haunting pursued and disturbed. My life left to live alone, lamenting with the trilling; who but another warbler would understand the grief? Long ago yesterday, after many Sundowns, stars continue to reach for my sorrows with offers of condolences. From somewhere above and far away, I feel your energy piercing through the night sky, searching for our love songs to embrace and comfort. Then I am reminded. Warmth and healing arrives with the Brightest Star at Sunup. line count 50 |