Transparent silhouette, faithful apparition. Zealous, you were, in your devotion, as was your love so often. That last embrace lingers still, still my heart, catches my breath, though your arms aren't here to hold me. You've become a caressing breeze, my love, a trick of the moonlight, silver touching my skin, another kiss from you. ©September 2017, August 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.