Courtesy: Pixabay
If not now,
In the springtime of her mind,
becoming who?
dream sleep stirring
waking the way.

A hand closing doubt.
racing across an ebony sky,
touching alabaster.
A scream
falling silent,
tranquility's fluttering wings.

wearing harmony.
A dreamscape stroll.
Life was where it'd been all along,
becoming truth,
becoming whole.

©June 2021
Christina Anne Hawthorne

About 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.
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