I knew her as Encantica, when

first she came ... though as "Enchantica",

that day, when the 'morrow would wait.

When through the wood, I followed her, to a secret place ...

in wonder of sunlight ascending, through illuminated, translucent lace.

Bathed in gold, hair a-glo, the deepest of auburn shades,

Form natural and fresh, slip outlining, every recess.

Breasts rising, softly highlighted, 'neath, a light cotton dress

... radiated a warm tenderness.

A breeze wakened banquets of evergreen,

aside flowered brook & scented stream,

as we continued in wonder, in what seemed ... a dream.

Then ...

As the breeze, she turned ...

& with "a look," like a caress,

did say: "Come to me"

from 'neath the shade, where she lay.

Upon that natural weave, of fragrant mint and tender leaf, we played ...

until with murmur and sigh, I felt her bodily say: "Come onto me"

... thereafter, we were

... swept away.

The forest stood in wonder ...

& heaven seemed with-under, on that fair summer day ...

when with one last refrain, arching upward she exclaimed

"Come with me my love. . . that we may, together ...

fade ... away".

Sweet Dreams ...

    -bk

Music ~ Like a Breeze ~ by Brad Kalita, author, composer
and founder of Gathering Light Retreat.

Spirited Visionary Dreamscapes ~ Into the Majestic ~ Silver Lining.