Lingering/Photography

Clinging, reaching for shards of light, the kiss of morning dew to brighten her cheek. Her innermost self fully revealed, no longer concealed behind the layers,  white. Soft, she whispers to the coming night, “Shall we dance into the Milky … Continue reading Lingering/Photography

A Little Bird Told Me/Random14

Spotted at last weekend’s Native American Festival Hubby and I spotted this at nearly the same moment. This is not our first message on stone, if you have been following my Random posts. This one struck a chord because I feel … Continue reading A Little Bird Told Me/Random14

The Dawn of the Dream

It was a risk, for there certainly were rumors of those who had gone in the direction of the white mountains-had gone but not returned. The brave few who courageously dared enter the dense forest had eventually turned back, straggling home with awful stories of low crawling creatures in those woods, things that caused nightmares. Amhain laughed out loud to think of their nightmares. What did they know of true nightmares, after all? The Mother of all nightmares had visited itself upon his world what seemed so long ago that it was as in another lifetime. Such a twisted event had born the cloak of darkness which fathered his own Grand Nightmare, the one that repeated itself again and again, for so many nights that he had lost count. Continue reading The Dawn of the Dream