Ready Glimmers

READY GLIMMERS 8 September 2011 . She sat on his heart-stone in her leafy haven and let the music of the summer birds carolling in avian choirs higher than the sky, soak like sunshine into her thirsting soul. . Her work forgotten, she drank, in long, slow lungfuls, the dew-fresh air that caressed her shoulders, as though the sun-clock had stopped, honouring her adoration of all that was good and beautiful and true and healing. . She felt his presence and could almost see him as they sat and read each other’s incandescent souls through their radiant eye-windows. . They shut out the world and painted the fragile hours with finger whispers on skin longer than forever dreams born at the dawn of time and dancing beyond its passing. . The sun lay down in a bed of wild vermilion and the moon rose in silver and dark velvet blue many, many times and over and over again and still they remained enveloped in the mists of time . . . . and they never discovered whether it was his dream or hers.