A place for dreams.

Night’s call I awake to a calling. A wordless sound that echoes within me. I lay on my bed with shafts of light streaming through the blinds. Stretching out a hand and reaching for my phone, which sits on my side table, I check the time – 3:30am. These are the Silent Hours, when the world slumbers. Sitting up, I rub the sleep and tension from my eyes; I feel strange, out of equilibrium. A sensation of vulnerability flows through me. The calling continues. It seems as if someone or something is physically tugging at my mind. Grabbing a dagger from my glass cabinet, the dragon-pommel one with a ruby set in its eye socket (coloured glass of course), I leave my room and wander through the house. The blade feels reassuring in my hand. I had bought it years ago, from a gypsy lady at one of those Mardi Gras that was prevalent at the time. Stalking through the house I discover nothing out of place; I am alone. With a wavering resolve I decide to go outside and investigate ...

An Ode of Mist. Journey into night; destination lost Darkness consoles me Walking. Watching. Waiting. The emptiness. Imbued by the birth of mist Floating around me, alone yet not lonely Twisted luminance, a faint outline appears Humanlike in form, corporeal in construct Fair, faint, maiden of magic Away she shifts upon wisps of wind Rising. Reacting. Running. The longing. Always without reach Dancing before my fingertips Wicked lips, smiling timidly Entranced; she slips into my heart Ceasing flight…arrested vision Air alters her to me Touching. Tasting. Twirling. The euphoria. Arouse her mind – intoxicate Ballad of bodies – resonate Carnal hearts, caress – procreate Shallow breath, fatigued souls Lingering threads of emotional bondage Embracing. Experiencing. Existing. The moiety. Reality rises, bringing the dawn Temporal rendezvous flees Lies betrayed by light; evaporation of ethereal mist A path tr...