to an altered reality...
in this world beyond the stars
he lifts her up on open wings
transcendent
love he takes her
higher reaching rolling peaks of
desire
traveling in a supernatural world
she spins in a counter-clockwise
rotation...
flying on an elevated plane of existence
never has she felt so high...
face to face
cheek to cheek
breath to breath
heart to heart
soul to soul
then the unimaginable
morning light; over the horizon
he drifts away, leaving her
alone in an autumn sky
tumbling to earth she hadn't
realized how far she had flown
crashing into a field of lost dreams
her wings torn, her greatest love
gone...darkness falls upon the
land just as the sun meets her
eyes...
alone once again she cries
whispering I will see you again
my love under the hunter's moon
a promise from her lips...
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A beautiful ethereal dream. Sounds like it was wonderful while it lasted....but very sad when it came to an end. I do hope that they will meet again!
ReplyDeleteHi Mary,
DeleteI do believe they will meet again!
To have and then lose, having to wait. Sure could be a not so grand fate.
ReplyDeleteThat it could Pat. I guess one will have to see if wings can heal.
DeleteI know that soaring in the sky....and the terrible falling back to earth. Having known flight, one finds it harder to trudge along on this plane. This is a beautiful poem, Truedessa. I felt each line of the journey.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sherry, I know you have soared in your own journey.
DeleteShe will always soar with him though...
ReplyDeletePerhaps, she will Alex
DeleteI hope that when the moon up again he will come and fly with you again... wonderful phantasy.
ReplyDeleteThanks Bjorn, fantasy or an altered reality?
Delete"then the unimaginable
ReplyDeletemorning light; over the horizon
he drifts away, leaving her
alone in an autumn sky"...
This is incredibly evocative!💞
Thank you Sanaa ...
DeleteA great fantasy. I am sure when the moon is up and out again, it will inspire more dreams!
ReplyDeleteThe full moon is on the 24th, who knows what it will inspire.
DeleteThanks for the visit!
Fantastic fantasy.
ReplyDeleteThank you Vicki!
DeleteAn enchanting dream indeed Truedessa!
ReplyDeleteThank you Carrie, I am a dreamer.
DeleteLovely! You imbued this well-constructed piece with a wonderful otherworldly aerial quality - the separation and the coming back down to earth, felt all the more, profoundly.
ReplyDeleteThank you Wendy. I always smile when I read your comments :)
DeleteWow!
ReplyDeleteZQ
smiles
DeleteI can hear the breaking of her wings, feel the loss of the dreams... all the longing she puts into the last words. There is so much mystery in this piece, worlds within worlds... I was taken by watching her wake in the dream, and then... when she reaches the end of that dream, I can't quite tell if she's truly awake or just in a different dream. You, my lady, are so good at spirals...
ReplyDeleteMagaly, I just love the thought you put into reading my poem. It does indeed twist and turn in different realities. Who is to say if she awake or still sleeping as what is reality?
DeleteWonderful and beautiful. I read it as moving between different realities – or, if you like, different planes of reality.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rosemary. In the dreamscape one can be a navigator of many states of reality.
DeleteStuff of dreams and romance!!! Different reality indeed!
ReplyDeleteDreams are made of this stuff...
DeleteAh, a beautiful sequence of rise and fall as in a dream-bejeweled sleep — those italics in the middle are of a romance at its zenith. And that promise in the end keeps the hope alive.
ReplyDeleteA lovely verse! :-)
Thank you for such a beautiful comment. Yes, the italics is paradise.
DeleteShe reacted better than I would have. I hate it when someone (figuratively) brings me somewhere, and then leaves me stranded there!
ReplyDeletehmm - laughing - perhaps on another day she would react differently.
DeleteTo crash land in a field of lost dreams just couldn't get any worse
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday Trudessa
much love...
Hmm - I agree, a painful place to land in any realm of consciousness.
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ReplyDeletemuch love...
Thank you Gillena - I will visit.
DeleteI will see you again
ReplyDeletemy love under the hunter's moon
a promise from her lips...
To keep hope intact is a noble thing as it keeps alive the longings in one's mind.
Hank