dreamcatcher

A threshold, she stood. Feet, bare, body clad, in white cotton raiment swirling about her ankles as the wind sang like a lute upon the still night sky. A woman's song carried upon the breeze playing with the edges of light and dark, night and day, the precious time between dusk and nightfall. Her ravensong burst forth from mouth wide open in awe, chin upturned, jawbone outlined, tears precious gifted in humble grace, against the light of the coming of fresh eve. A dreamcatcher she was, weaving lives within lives, connecting dots with fingertip raised pointed at stars, moving them across Father Sky to meld into one another - just like lovers. Bare feet slapping upon concrete, she pulls both arms outward like some holy crucifixion and met the maelstrom head on - for this is all she knew. - Forward - And he waited there, silent. He knew she would not falter yet kept watch upon her - for his path led in a line etched from his soul to her own. And they tread into ancient firmament where Gods and Goddesses exist, eternal, and celestial wars rage. Together, yet apart, - holding hands as children tend to do - they walked into the great abyss - beyond all that is. © Susan Marie