She gazes up through the tangled branches of the trees overhead. Her violet eyes focus upon the moon. The stars spatter tiny dots of light across the sky, barely visible through the thickness of the trees. The moon fills her eyes with it's light, piercing through to her very soul. Mesmerized, she begins to walk, carefully placing one delicate bare foot in front of the other. Any observer would notice the way the moss covering the forest floor springs back after her light airy steps. But there is no one around to see her. The woods settle quietly around her, not a creature daring to make a sound. The moonbeams caress her milky white skin, and lead her on into a paradise unknown to any other living being. Her filmy layers of colored cloth that fall so perfectly around her slender form, flow around her slightly as a warm breeze courses through the trees, whispering soft messages to her pointed ears, revealing the secrets of the world to her. Suddenly she snaps to attention, feeling the unsettling murmurs of the dark as an unknown form comes clearly to her piercing eyes. Sitting among the banks of the sparkling cove before her, is a shadowed figure. She takes a cautious step towards him. His head snaps around, cold aqua eyes staring out from a well-formed face. His eyes lock on hers, aqua upon violet. She gazes at him warily at first, afraid to break the fiery bond of their gaze. His physique is strong, his dark hair worn long and smoothed away from his face. He is obviously human, dignifying her fears. The breeze flows lightly across the glass surface of the water, causing it to lap against the shores, reflecting the intoxicating light of the moon against his skin. Her face remains expressionless as she struggles to hold on to her thoughts. Her thoughts are being pushed aside by this arousing intruder. He beckons to her with a slender hand, motioning for her to take the place beside him on the mossy cushion of the cracked shoreline boulders. She approaches him still cautiously, not sitting, but instead, standing before him as he reaches out a hand for hers . . .
A sharp intake of breath rushes to his ears and snaps him away from the lull of the foggy illusions that the smoothly rolling water had transfixed him upon. He turns sharply, almost gasping at the sight of the creature standing before him. She is the epitome of perfected beauty. His eyes are locked upon hers. Those eyes of hers are large luminous orbs of a magnificent violet light. They seem to glow even brighter through the darkness as her eyes fix on his. He can see the secret fire of emotion rush through her eyes. Her every frustration, her every whim, her every wish is seemingly read to him like an open book. The delicate wisps of steam raising from the ground and winding through the cool air swirl around her slender form. Her dark hair is cascading down her back in luxurious waves. Her mouth is set in an expressionless line, but her eyes betray it. Those eyes are whimsical circles of untold secrets that spill their icy beauty upon his own eyes in utter perfection. He sits, unable to move, mesmerized by her beauty. He sees himself raising a hand, beckoning out to her, not even realizing to himself that he is doing it, but knowing that it is right. Needing to be near her . . . As she walks towards him, seeming to float with feather light steps, he feels as if in a dream. Now suddenly she is standing in front of him. She’s frustratingly silent. He knows not what to say, and knows at the same time, to say nothing. He holds her gaze and again the lull of the soft, lapping waves begin to transfix him again, while the breeze runs playfully through their hair. He reaches out a hand to touch her, the fog of his thoughts seeming impossible to clear . . .
An ebony-colored crow sits high up on a branch, looking down upon this pair of beings. It notes the electric bond binding them together silently.
He takes her hand in his, caressing her silken skin with his fingertips. A smile finally passes her lips. Her face softening magnificently with this slightest movement. Her moist pink lips finally betraying what her eyes had been telling him for what felt like eternity.
She feels his touch, but it seems unreal to her. A tremble rushes through her at the softness of his caress, and at the tenderness he shows her. She let him see of her what no one had truly ever seen. She shows him her happiness.
He wraps his arms gently, but firmly around her waist and begins to draw her down. His temples pound with the feeling of a cascading waterfall just before the peacefulness that emanates from her rushes through his mind. It seems surreal to him to have her in his arms. Still hypnotized by her brilliant violet eyes, seeing now the flecks of silver in them reminds him strongly of the stars in the rich night sky.
As he draws her down, a thousand thoughts rush through her head, but she pushes the complexities away. As their lips inch closer together, suddenly, she tenses. She hears the flap of a bird’s wing behind her and stands, spinning around quickly. Her billowing garments swirl around her, and her hair is tossed across her shoulders like an angry wave of the sea. She looks up in just enough time to see the ebony silhouette of a bird's wings against the brilliance of the moon's cold, icy light. She looks back toward him solemnly, a tear falling from her eye before being surrounded by the moon’s light, and then consumed by it.
The woods seem to darken completely, in comparison to her shining light that once graced his surroundings, as he glances, startled, all around him. He takes a step toward where she had been standing and watches small silver sparkles of dust swirling to the ground as he falls to his knees. With tears in his eyes, he lifts his head and sees where lay a single white rose just inches away . . .
Copyright ©2002: Megan E. Dickerson
September 28, 2002