Wayward Writer
It is not my heart breaking,In the dawn of a stormy mourn,Beneath gentle willows weeping,Lilies laid, solemn and forlorn.My heart is not breaking,It is no longer mine to tend.Carried away in the streaming,Lifes river stills for no one,All named precious are taken,Fate won't entrust in us for long.My heart is not breaking,I have nothing here... Continue Reading →
PART 3 Twas raven's wings that took me into the Long Night Realm, and set me on cliffs of Obsidion, above the sea of Never Dawn. A whirling wind caressed me through the thin veil of my black nightgown, featherlight in the crafting of whom I must become. I breathed in the scent of seagrass,... Continue Reading →
Part 2 Each night I sat upon my dressing chair and gazed at the mirror while I brushed my hair. The girl beyond the looking glass returned my stare with a lazy grin, and we pulled long strokes to a well-timed rhythm. Neither of us spoke, but it felt we shared a secret. Then one... Continue Reading →
Part 1 It came to me in dreams of night, and through the veil softening reality's light. At times, I believed myself mad, insane. Those gossamer moments when my mind quieted and I watched the others from shadowed windows of sight. Over aware, as I sometimes became, they appeared different in ways that caused me... Continue Reading →
