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Her
footsteps glide along a moonlit pasture
Acres
of rolling green hills before and behind her
Vast
open space
Perhaps
an outline of a flower patch, full of grace, hiding in a secret place
Dawn
on the brink of the sky, still onyx with diamonds shimmering above
Moonlight
cascades down upon the gentle arch of wet grass tips brimming with love
Sprinkled
with fresh dew, chilly and luxurious sending delightful shivers down her spine
She
walks slowly like a ghost, only there in thought, a dream-state, a fantasy in her mind
Grey
fog rises slowly, lifting evil away and delivering it peacefully back to nature
within a rhythmic change of seasons piloting its flight
A turn of the earth, night to day,
darkness fades to light
She surrenders in the breath of freshness that only dawn brings
Her soul dances and sings
There
is magic in the air and sky
There is enchantment within the grass as she walks by
She inhales, filling her lungs with a mystical sigh
Her
bare feet caress the earth, the spirit of sediment seeping in, slowly soothing and surrounding particles within the spaces of her body, squeezing out seething stress upward, toward the leaves
Her
fine spun hair flows behind her in a delicate wave riding on the current of balmy breeze
Matching
the billowing skirt round her legs, white and sheer and lace
Hand knit sweater wrapped
around her shoulders in a loving embrace
Yellow. taking on the color of the moon touching her here and now
Visually stunning and bright
Yet distance in years of light
An allurement of wizardry
Caressing
her in the care and loyalty that went into the stitchery
Hours tucked aside
over the span of time, to create a tangible soft version of the love within its creation.
Creation,
the epitome of love, art and meditation
Breathtaking,
expansive wonder of the universe, melting emotion, intention, spirit and beauty
into form.
Full
moon illuminating a reflection of full round belly,
Baby
snuggled in its nest, crescent shaped in serenity
Fresh
and so new, pre-new
Not
yet even here in the earth
In
between in the womb where transformation of matter and spirit create life
Where
the magic of the moon, the earth, the sun, the heavens and human love are stirred
in the witches brew of passion and inspiration, a dash of dreams and recipe for
warmth, tenderness, legacy and family born
Laying
in the crescent form, tender and surrounded by light and comfort
Cleaner
than a clean slate, life before life itself begins
The
words before the story, the letters inside of the words, the thoughts that
invent the language before one word is spoken.
Yet
there, breathing, feeling, growing and thriving
Beating
heart, living spirit.
The
magic of the moment so immense it is neither graspable, definable nor undeniable,
spirit meets form, miracle.
