by Stephanie Small

Created on: February 06, 2011

I see a small house, cuddled onto a cliff
Watching the ocean below it.
From the path of its tiny door weaves and winds downward
To a place where things grow
Their attendants are the spirits
But I watch the flowers sway
This is by the beach, but there are not beach flowers here
But instead things that look like fantasy
As though fairyland were caught in my own tapestry

Magic woven with mine

I feel a caress
...Him...
Coming behind me, drawing me close
In this idyllic setting
Its not the last nor the first
But it is special each time

Beyond my fingertips extended, I hear a high call
Something from beyond, crying from the sea, calling me home
Yet here I am, on the precipice where I dwell

I sway back, letting the enchantment surround me
He falls back, letting me dance
There seems to be sparks from my fingertips
They slide and slip along the memories of spells I once cast
Secrets reveal themselves beneath my lidded eyes
Closed tight, watching a world, only I can see

As I dance, I am transported
To a place far beyond this realm
for just a moment
I see the castle and the splendor of what once was
And what is yet to be
I cry softly through lips quivering with need and love and pain
So far from my grasp
But I shall bring it here

My words are written in the stone of this citadel
With each thought I build in my heart, I feel the stone chisel
The walls begin to glow, rising with the heat and fervor of my spell

The twilight begins to darken
I feel the liminal heat as it rises in my eyes
A power, a potent something behind and beyond me
...Him....

With each rise and fall of my heartbeat
He approaches,
bringing with him something  I cannot see

or bear.

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