The thought of you sprang into my mind today, stealthy, like a cat. It stalked my heart like prey, and pounced when I wasn’t looking. I send love and warm snugglies into the sky and wave them off in your direction. I hope they find you when you need them the most.
It’s been so long, it seems, so long ago I first gazed upwards and my breath was taken from me by a gloved thief, adorned she was, with the icy fire of diamonds in her eyes and the smooth glowing pearls of her smile. She wrapped her shawl about my shoulders on that hot and perspired night there on the hill. It felt like a breeze, it did. Silken and cool. The molten lead lake yawned and stretched out at my feet, and the sugar fairies danced a twinkling gay ballet. The music was in the shine of the moon, the melody itself raining down like coins on the silver path he threw down before me. I felt you near then. I knew you were beside me in another slice of time. I held your hand even so and we marveled at the thick midnight blue velvet sky like the very fabric of space between us. We stayed as long as we could. We stayed until the lights went out and the gray roses of morning began to bloom. Barefoot I could feel the chilled tears of the night beneath my stride as I returned alone, but not without you. That night was painted onto the canvas of my soul and I have long admired it every day since. I looked into the sky this eve and my breath was stolen once more. Like the raven hair of a spanish dancer, I felt you brush by me, your fingers like satin ribbons upon my cheek. The candle flickered but once and you vanished like the mist on the rising heat of it’s flame.
