Hush now, dear one, listen, stars falling, gently settling, whispering their melancholy upon the earth. Go now, dear one, touch, a caress, a purpose, a precious wish is withering in your heart. Starlight, dear one, fulfillment, midnight clarity, possibilities, passions within can waltz if you dance. ©November 2014, May 2021 Christina Anne Hawthorne
Christina Anne Hawthorne
Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.