Vision of Her
I had a vision of Her, in the most beautiful clearing of a forest, a little slice of Summerland on Earth just for us.
She saw me weeping and took my hand, and She drew me to a hill glittering with yellow spring flowers and emerald green grass.
As She pulled my hand to follow, I saw Her face, Her smile – the brightest I have ever seen, brighter than sunlight, and Her hair was long and flaxen, wild and windblown.
Her laughter was warm and soothing as a summer breeze and Her head had a crown of flowers atop of it.
Suddenly as we twirled, dancing and laughing together with our hands still entwined, fairies began to shimmer around us, playing ancient music of happiness and joy.
I laughed with Her. Danced with Her, and with Her eyes of moonlight, she gazed at me lovingly, warming me through my heart and soul.
We danced until the sun went down, where it felt like no time at all had passed.
Finally tired, we collapsed into the grass, cool from the twilight. I caught my breath, but She still held my hand.
I turned to look at Her, and She smiled one last time.
I followed Her gaze to the stars, and when I looked back, She was gone, returning to the Moon, but never really leaving me, looking down at me, watching and forever dancing with me within my soul.
© 2014-2015 H.K. Rowe