| . | Affairs of Hearts and Elves It was always in the black of night that he brought his talk to me whispering of worlds only dreamed of here. He came by the light of the moon when it looked the fingernail of some goddess had ripped the sky just for his passage. The jasmine was thick, when he came heady and savory with musk fairy dust and starshine left footprints from the window to my bed on the nights that he would come. Perched against a post, beaming a smile asking always if I were ready to travel I wanted to go as fast a blueberry heartbeat but I couldn't leave behind this jelly belly scene I live in with my spontaneous man and the two pixies we own. So, I let him come and go and am always glad when he does both. I love dreaming of his world but I know he would choose mine if elves and gnomes could live in brick homes and still dance on the moonbeams and frolic with the stars. ©All text is copyrighted and may be reproduced only with the express permission of the artist, all profits from reprint, transmission, etc., are the property of the author. Thank you.... |