Of time and space…a journey

The tiny golden key lay in shadowed dust behind the old stately bed. How long had it been here, who did it belong to and most important, what did it fit?
I searched the closets that lay empty and barren. The smell of ancient days forgotten trapped in webs that hung like lace.
In the back corner a small box lay. I picked it up and dusted off the cover to reveal a lovely pattern etched in the wood of a half-opened door and stars and a crescent moon in the upper corner. I searched and found a hole at the bottom of the box. How odd I thought to put a keyhole underneath. A strange little box in shape, not quite square yet not rectangular. Almost triangular with a few extra corners thrown in. I tried the key and it would not fit. I turned the key the opposite way and it slid in without effort. I was almost afraid at this point, with this ancient little box and it’s forgotten key. What would I find inside? I turned the key and a hissing sound, like air escaping erupted from one of the corners. a small stream of scent, like cedar and oranges and something forgotten drifted to my nose. I remember this scent from when I was a child. I had always connected it to my grandfathers jacket that was never worn. It hung long and dark and I often hid behind it during hide and go seek. I had never been discovered so I found it to be the perfect escape. How that memory returned to me in that moment and I thought I heard his voice from the floors below, although he has been gone for twenty plus years, still….it is his voice beckoning me to open this. I am afraid and I hold the box out away from me and this warming sensation begins to drift up my arms. I notice where the scent escaped there was a small bit of light, almost like a night-light one would use to comfort a small child from the things that go bump in the night. Open it, his voice said from somewhere behind me and I knew it would all be alright. I sat the box upon my lap and began to finish the turn of the key to release the lid. A snap from within, an inner latch opening and a simple music box song began to play. Somewhere in time, the rhapsody of yesterday and pennies came back to me and filled my heart with words that did not need to be spoken. You have returned I thought as tears ran down my dusty cheeks, you have found the door and I, the key….to be continued.

Just a little short story….what do you think I will find in the box? What would you hope the box contains? I leave the journey open to share….please let me know where it goes next in your eyes.

lovely photo found at : http://spraycan2.deviantart.com/art/Open-the-door-space-81700886

And I sang

In the midst of the swirling water
I sat among the mermaids
And I sang to Neptune’s ghost
To take me in his arms
As the water crashed around me
I remained dry below the sun
Had he not heard
My siren call
Below in his bed
Comforted by the kelp and dolphins,
Did he sleep soundly
With sweet dreams surrounding
His old tired soul.
I slipped into the blue
Under skies clear and smiling
Amongst the flickers of color
I became one with the schools
Of sea babies swimming
Eyes that gazed knowing
The depths of my heart.
I sang the sounds of years
Of longing for this sea
The hymn of mermaids lost
I drifted on waves
Pulling me towards
The reef of Kings.
I felt the push from below
Raising me to the cresting throne
I am coming home.

The Neptune affair

Maybe it was the eyes
So deep and searching
She moved over him like a wave
Carelessly brushing against
The hair of his leg
Reaching past him
He caught his breath
Muscles tense
Yet fluid.
Maybe it was his words
Speaking with the soft southern drawl
“You’re dangerous” he said quietly with a smile
“I think not” she whispered back laughingly.
With a smile she swam back
Her corner of her shrine
Turquoise waters covering
What his eyes were seeking,
“You’re not like anyone else,
The way you talk,
The words you speak”
She shrugged her shoulders gently
Looking to him with raised brows
“I use the words that suit”
Was her only reply.
“Women I know would not talk like that” he said
as his hands made tiny waves in the water,
Nervous energy moving slowly.
She swam back across the blue
Ripples moving the warm waters
Like the Red Sea parting
She came close
And watched
Not speaking
As he shifted positions to be closer.
“You’re smart, your big words, your refined elegance”
She leaned back into the water
Hair cascading down her back
Black and slick like a whip,
“It is who I am, I can be no other”
She moved away again
Watching his gaze move up and down
As if entranced by her mermaid tail
Invisible to all
But him.
She lifted herself out
To the concrete shelf
As her scales slid way
Leaving softness and the lair
Of a woman who embraced her core,
She knew her power,
She felt his undoing.
She rose to leave and felt him beside her,
Reaching for her, his hand gentle on her shoulder
She felt her soul shivering in the night air,
“Ah Neptune my love, tis time to depart”
And she moved a few steps away to leave.
Gathering her treasures,
Yet realizing she had left one behind
Silently walked back to the man who waited.
She could feel his eyes in the darkness
Searing into her soul
As he gathered her so close
She rested her face to his neck
Felt his muscles quiver,
She could taste the salt
The warmth of his shoulder,
She closed her eyes and wished for but a moment
As her lips brushed his sweetly,
Her hands dropped to their side
Hands empty,
“Your treasure is not mine” she said
As a tear fell from her eyes,
“Ah but no fear my beauty, this gift will remain in my mind
Until my dying day” and he kissed her hand
And released her to the wind.
She did not look back,
She could not stay in this moment,
Her heart had journeys to go
And maybe someday perhaps,
They would find each other once more
Under a dying moon
Immersed in warm pools
Of a memory.

A thought on….

You were so fine
Just sitting there
Silhouette against the wall
How I want to make you mine.
Licking my lips
Knowing you’d taste
So very very sweet
I closed my eyes
Holding you so gently
Turning you round in my hand
Just one I begged
No one will know,
Just a bite
And I will feel alright.
Intoxicating scent
All I could have hoped for
All I could have wanted
As you melted in my mouth
More I cried,
I wanted more
I could not stop
Frenzied thoughts
So very bad
But oh so very good.
Dripping juices falling
The corners of my mouth
Curved into a smile
Oh yes I whispered
As I licked off the remains
From my fingers,
Maybe just one more
Before I walk away.

Hmmmmmm….what were you thinking people?


Love waiting

Far away
Her thoughts dimmed memory
He was there for a moment
She turned to find him
Now gone.
She waited
Patience a friend
Where love seeks to be found
Dressed for the moment
That never comes.
He has slipped away
Into the darkness
His yesterday
Following destiny
He turned away.
She knows he will once more return
As each time before
Her spell woven upon the air
When his gaze fell to watch
Each breath she took.
He comes at night
As she sits smiling
Knowingly she beckons
Come, return to me
And he is lost once more
In the passion and love
Of the mistress of his dream.


He is the traveller
Across time and space
The protector
The warrior
The savior of dreams turned inside out
The unseen stranger.
He comes through darkness
In search of need
The sound of hooves
Carried on the wind,
He sees the need not often known
And enters
In strength
In power
He snares the evil
Leaving only gentleness behind
Like a rose found
It’s giver unknown.
He watches
He waits
Fearing nothing he races in,
His mighty steed
His only friend,
Saving her from the shadows
She awakes to the sun
With his kiss still warm upon her brow,
Leaving no other trace behind
He will return
Again someday
To save the maiden
From all that cause harm
That all who destroy
Her sweetest dreams,
To any who attempt to betray
Her unknown love
Patiently waiting,
Warrior of her nights.

Not my usual fare but thinking of warriors and things that go bump in the night. To the professor VJ Duke and Malctg for the inspiration

Flight of soul

She has become
With the souls
Her sisters,
Her brothers.
She flies on wings
Built of dreams
And magical things.
She has become one
The universal flight
Of dream and reality
She lifts her wings
Higher she soars
With what she has become.
She knows the path
Through light and dark
Up drafted bliss
Carries her into the sun
A shadow
Left behind
Of who she is no longer.
She is free.
She is a spirit
On winged flight
Into the truth
Of all she can be.

Seasons of sisterhood

In restless sleep you whisper
Your voice a feather light caress
Come sister
For it is time
To cast the spells of this eve
To the world
They will believe.
I rise and follow the moonlit path
To the darkest woods beyond,
You stand in the opening,
The glade of pine
Cast in your eerie shadows they hide
The cauldron bubbles
The scent of flesh
Of toad and other such serpent skin,
You raise a hand and bid me enter
With a hug you hold me close
It is time
Sweet one of mine
Let us begin before day finds us
As we shall reign
On this Hallowed eve.
You spin and whirl
As smoke turns white
And the ghosts set free
Now surrounding me
I close my eyes and dance
Chanting the words taught
Never forgotten,
Her eyes alive from fires light
Red glow takes sudden control
And then it just stops
As quick as it was begun
With the orange of the rising sun
I say goodbye and walk beyond
Turning back
To find you gone,
Sweet sister witch what charms you hold
As I awaken to morning behold
The winter chill now gone with light
And looking next to me
What sweet delight
The cat gives me a yawning stare
Black fur ruffled I rise to see
A glistening world beyond the shade
Yes it will be
A day to remember
From a night of the season of the sisterhood.


I am in the meadow and I dance
like a beautiful vision
I spin
I whirl like a feather
that floats along on the wind
moving back and forth
with a simple abandon
I dance.
I laugh to the world
being free of bounds
of limiting beliefs and I know
this is what true freedom
is for my soul,
this is what life is
for the one who did not see.
He plays his flute
or plucks his strings
and the music so lovely
I reach out a hand to touch
the moment in my memory
as if it were never really there
as if it were a dream
that cannot come to fruition.
I walk in the grass
I am free
I am one with the vision
of peace.

Dance of the trees

Cold wind blows in forests high
As mist gathers in corners
And the naked trees play
October nights spent lost in shadow
I hear them sway
Moving in the moment
Of those who silently witness
This beguiling dance.
The witch who casts her spells may say
That this is only natures way
Of freedom, folly and the truth
Naked in the gathering of their ilk.
To run
To move
Before the morning light casts
It’s rays and shows their truth,
Once leaves have gone
And summers spent,
Where no one sees the play unfold
But what a sight I did behold.
He bowed a branch to touch my face
And others in a jealous rage
Did snap back and forth their frenzied whips,
Cutting the air
With a crack of thunder they stopped,
Almost as if afraid
The giant before me,
The boldest tree
I curtsied back and held out a hand
To dance
To hold the hardened strength
To be swept up in the natures dance,
He softly moved
His twig like branches
Softly touching my flowing hair,
Then set me free and standing there,
The dance complete
The motion stopped
The calm before storm
And covered in mist stood lingering alone
With a bouquet of leaves
I walked away
Wondering if to return some day
To moon mist madness
The forest ballet.