Muses In Moonlight By Kay Gower

I sat beneath the willow, and stepped through the looking glass Long ages, eons passed, suns were born and flamed into supernova, galaxies wheeled at least one revolution around the cosmos, between one moment and the next, as the lake and I had a chat. An errant breeze kissed my cheek, and pulled strands of hair across my face to tickle the skin. The air was crisp, sharp, and scented with the earths own cologne of musk, the old willow leaned over my shoulder almost protectively, two or three graceful branches creating a living frame for the beauties in front of me. The lake sang, then it whispered its secrets to itself, a serene and joyful symphony. I was transfixed by it, until my eye was caught by small water creatures, defying physics to skim on the water's surface like tiny acrobats.

The night sky was startling - an angelic tapestry draped over willow trees where bracelets of stars were hung . . . The hour was late, and I had to drag myself away - it was a wrench. I surveyed this perfect snapshot one last time. My heart ached, yet I wanted to smile. Everywhere there were wonders in this small slice of my world. The first full moon of Spring disappeared behind a cloud, and once again the curtains of night became a cloak that wrapped the passing day into a parcel that would be sent into the past of memory.

Copyright © 2006  Kay Gower

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