Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Thursday photo prompt: Shade #writephoto

 

 

 

Twilight

I felt as though I walked in a dream,

The air, soft, silk against my skin

The shade afforded me by the woods welcomed me in

The heat of the sun no longer at my back

Leaves dancing to music only they could hear

I slowed my pace, hoping not to miss the spot

Where miracles are made beside an empty grave

It’s lid missing, moss-grown edges

When I find it, I will set up camp, wait for the lady

Dressed in twilight who kneels beside the hollow grave

Small trinkets lay within thanking the lady for the dream,

The wish that came from tokens given

My mind was not ready for the vision before me

She was the embodiment of twilight, that something in between

She knelt beside the hollow grave, her hand gentle on the mossy edge

Her head bowed, not in prayer

I felt her sadness, the want of her loss, her deep longing

To be reunited with the love that is no longer there

Her beauty, her sorrow moved my feet towards her

Like a sudden gust of wind, she vanished

I knelt there, taking my silver medallion of St Jude

From my keyring and placed it inside the hollow space

It was sometime later when I heard that

The lady of twilight was never seen there again…