22 – Days of Light

 

In the days of light, a Dragon came to Earth.

The glory of the dragon can be seen in the hushed pink rising and the golden-red setting of the sun, in the silvery radiance of the moon sailing a clear midnight-blue sky amidst the twinkling of stars, and in the translucent aquamarine waters of the deep.

This dragon has a singular purpose: guarding Earth….
It is here still for those who can hear the almost silent song. I am among them, my sweet sister.
I am the chronicler, whose words are inscribed in the Scrolls of Dust.

These pages have done little more than hint at the glory. I can do no more. And I could not say farewell without mentioning the ethereal creature whose far-reaching song inspires a 20th century rock band and lends hope to ascend the Stairway to Heaven

“Embrace: Worlds hang in the balance…

Embrace: Night closed around O as …The boogeyman cometh…soon. …she stole from the solitary car parked on the deserted parish road.
Ghostly shadows floated overhead. A breeze whispered through the pines, rippling the dark, indistinct foilage of the live oaks and the cypress giants surrounding her, then stilled, chilling her with its absence.

The bewitching hour captures Francesca in its deadly embrace… Does she, can she, will she survive?

Embrace: In the mirror, the room’s elusive … shadows seemed menacing as if they had their own life.
The words, “Go the Distance”, embossed in red letters across the T-shirt’s inch-wide stripes taunted her.

“I’m not leaving here until I have some answers. I’m not crazy”.
“Someone may be, but not me!”

If I could see the sky above
And my mind could be set free
As wild white horses reach the shore
                    I’d stand alone and oversee

And if the bush before me burns
Should I turn my eyes away
And still your voice I can hear
As clear to me as light of day

I believed in my dreams
Nothing could change my mind
Now I know what they mean
How could I be So blind

Cold sands of time
Winds that blow as cold as Ice
Sounds that come in the night
Shall hide what is left of me

I’ve been thru’ times when no one cared
I’ve seen clouds in empty skies
When one kind word meant more to me
Than all the love in Paradise

And all my days are trances
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy dark eye glances
And where thy footstep gleams -
In what ethereal dances
By what eternal streams