A place for dreams.

The Hunter and the Hunt.  The wind rolls down the mountain and stirs the ancient trees of the forest, gracefully moving through the leaves in unseen patterns. It dips and rises, carrying with it a multitude of scents. Moving about, almost with a purpose, it reaches a point and descends once more. Down it goes towards a figure barely visible in the underbrush. The wind swirls around him and dissipates - all is still.   The hunter takes note of the oddity that has just occurred but does not allow this to distract him as he sees his prey in the distance. Stalking silently through the forest floor, he edges closer to the animal. He comes upon it in a sunlit clearing. A great stag standing tall and proud, horns expanding out elegantly. Knocking an arrow the hunter sights the creature.  Breathing in, he pulls back the drawstring. The stag’s ears twitch, the hunter releases the arrow, a wolf howls, the stag bolts, the arrow misses. Shaking his head in frustration ...

Dare to bare. What am I doing, she thought to herself as she pressed the button for floor thirteen. The elevator began to climb upwards and so did her nervousness. She shifted around and tucked at the bottom of her black dress. It's definitely too short, she thought, not for the first time. The floors ticked away and she tried to muster her resolve. The elevator bell rang, alarming her senses and bringing her back into the present. The doors slid open and she stepped out. As this was a private floor, the elevator opened directly into the apartment. She was awfully aware of the noise her shoes made on the marbled floor. Stepping into the lounge she searched for the one who had summoned her here; after a moment she found him out on the balcony, back to her, admiring the night sky. Before making her way next to him, she poured herself a drink from the decanter on the table. Approaching, she slid her hand along his back and unto his arm. "We envied the stars, so we bui...

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...

Pool of Psychosis. (Part two) I am alive. My torment of encasement continues. Throughout the night, I was constantly reminded of the intimate closeness of the crystal – this multi-faceted cage of pain. My body could not move and for an unknown reason, air was not a necessity. Claustrophobia had long since been replaced by an emotion that far exceeded my understanding of fear. All I knew was that it originated from a previously dormant part of my mind. The dunes taunting song did little to ease my thoughts. A pre-dawn sky finally appears; the light of morning vanquishes the darkness of night. A solar orb crests the horizon and as the rays shine on my crystalline form, it happens… a crack appears on the crystal covering my outstretched hand, a piece pops off and drops onto the sand below. The crack then descends the length of my arm and spreads out covering the entirety of my body following the trajectory of my veins. My cage shatters, splintering away from me in fractals of...