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 & 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

Inspirational Writings & Original Music
with Scenic Highlights.

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

Spirited Visionary Dreamscapes ~ Into the Majestic ~ Silver Lining.