Dim Shapes Seen While Walking

A winsome girl strides slowly on ye round stone lane, alone in ye pale lamp light like silvery mist in ye dusk, brown leaves with wavy lobes & saw-toothed red leaves with short-pointed lobes over the damp green grass & the gray broken slabs.

Then she stands still near low dark mounds & bushes in the dark blue gloom, aside & alone, under ye orange, dark red & yellow leaves which slowly are falling down from rounded crowns of stout, spreading branches. With long-winged brown paired forking keys in her dark chestnut hairs & oak shadows in her somber eyes, she looks longingly at the fall leaves falling down & memories of a lost loved face come drearily afloat, perhaps.

Maybe she looks back at the lips & eyes of a lost lover, perhaps a gently passionate kiss on her moist flowery lips, perhaps a loving reverent kiss on her lovely unfolded lips, maybe unto lingering wavings among fallen dry leaves under yellow, brown, red & orange leaves falling down.

Though she would like to pick some scattered leaves up, she wavers, staring at a few long egg-shaped acorns enclosed by reddish-brown broad cups. She is perhaps an Oak Lady. A lingering kiss on her lips bestows a seizing rapture. She is perhaps a Crossway Lady, holding a few keys & a flower. Her flower is a flower of dreaming, yielding a flowing of shadows & shapes.

She holds out an hand as if to pick up & gather some dark red dry leaves in the twilight mist arising around her. And then…

#Lady Dreamraiser