“Maybe if I stare hard enough and long enough, you will appear.”.I whispered to the golden dawn. Just as I had whispered to the peach sunset last night. I missed you so much that magic was even a possibility that I was exploring fervently at these turning points from day to night and night to day. It really had become a ritual of love. I got up in the darkness of the hours preceding the sun’s shift to my side of the world and dressed in my favorite gowns. In the evening, I put the silken robe that you presented to me on our 7th anniversary with the hopes that somehow the powerful worship of our love would summon you back to my arms.
You made it all legal four months ago and left me on my knees with grief as you strode out of our nest and took flight with your outstretched wings reaching that elusive treat of “something better”. Tell me, is she better?
© Carol Campbell
Words: Dawn, sunset, worship, magic, power and legal.