Duskflyer Vision Art & Productions

‘I watched her from a hidden place on high as the wind played about her hair; gently shining webs of gold threaded gossamer~

Her fingers held flowers the way lovers embrace, moving through the forest like an enchanting lullaby~

Walking into the light, as shadows retreat and dance behind her; thoughts formed all that she could not speak…

She watched me from a hidden place on high. My house had grown dark through the hours. The evening scents of sharp lilac and warm pipe ashes awake me from my dreams, as the last rays of sunlight melted a reflection upon my eyes.

I eagerly await her passing my cottage, returning to her father.

Her silk gown, a damp mist, flows slowly upon the forest floor before disappearing into the dark trees where the leaves have a sound of cracking whispers.’

From my short story titled ~

~We are receivers of this presence, we are secrets finding, unfolding unto the light~