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12-25-2013, 03:42 PM
She followed the heavens, the stars, the alignment and peace, the ghostly forbearance of divinity, truth, conviction and benediction, became an ethereal grace undaunted by the beauty, the magnificence, of all of these timely measures. A moth to a flame, brilliant, luminescent, scorching and searing amongst the midnight splendor and the convergence of silver, gold, ambrosia, honeyed, soothing tempers, repose and reverie captured by the plains of meadows and fields of crisp, autumn haze. Imogen followed, ivory sentiments riddled and unraveled into corporeal, tangible threads, and they roamed together, sonnets from the sky. Lured, beguiled, ensnared and enticed, the notion of temptation doesn’t beat or stroke against their heads, but the majesty, the wonder, the awe and inspiration from the tinkling, toiling bells and carols do - like precious whims and idle sands, everything splendid and finessed come to dance and dine amongst the thistle’s burden. They arrived behind many others, some recognized, and more so foreign and unknown, and the nymph’s eyes danced, coasted, glanced over the parties swarming to the tree, dazzled and perplexed as she. A shift of forms made her believe in hallucinations and mirages all over again, for there was a simple hide of pale complexion, a spotted juncture, an owl, that she thought could possibly be Mauja - her pace quickened, her stride lengthened, Imogen chirped in kind, but all is seemingly lost in the crowd; the pelt disappeared into the din and throng. Instead of pursuing (because if it wasn’t him, then she would appear an earnest fool, and if it had been his figure, he likely didn’t want to be noticed – wouldn’t he have come to see them if he wished of it?), the pair grew closer into the fortitude, the lights, the grandeur, the opulence, and she raised her face to the radiant, luminous phoenix roosting in the tree, wished, hoped, pleaded for the remnants of peace shattered across the air. A simple hum burst from her lungs, from her heart, proffering the songbird arias for another to chime along with. Lena |
