Lady Of Dawn
Art by Norman E. Masters
Hush. Do you hear her footfall upon the shimmering of dawn? Did you feel the light touch of the maid of magic casting spells into the fountain of your sleep? In secret she has woven you into her dreams, she has untangled your hair from the darkness and now as the morning she appears opening the gate of your soul to this new day. All night you have delved with her exploring the curve and niche of enchantment where the bell of desire rang deep hidden in the hollow of that occult embrace. The gleaming of her delicate adornments have nuzzled your heart into a love song that is laid bare as a promise in the nativity of this quickening light. And now the daybreak has gathered together particles of a subtle rapture to be her dress in the dew and filigree of sunrise disclosing twilight in the lacewings of becoming. Here in the pre-dawn she walks between the worlds remembering for you the trysting of immortal limbs. She offers her body into form again, an amulet of her spirit in the fields of time.