chiaroscuro

I saw the star through a mirror that night And rode a dragon made of the sun's light. It took my whole strength and might To recover from the mesmerizing sight. I saw the morning sky at dawn, a pale pink rose That faded again into orange, then yellow, then it froze into diamond blue. It could've been very close to a teal color, but by then I sank into a light doze... I found myself on a fearsome dragon but it was white, white like a flagon of milk, and it was powered by sagging wings that beat against the wind, the star's oceans.   Will the sky ever be the same to my eyes To the one who rode the everlasting skies? The ride of fire, light, and burning ice to the very top of the angel's soaring cries? It placed me gently on a towering cliff Made of purest marble and it stood stark and stiff against the blackness of the sky. A heady whiff of sharp and icy air remained, like an ancient hieroglyph. Flying home was both saddening and heartlifting Bec

He first saw her, laughing, with her companions. He never ventured out much, and lurked in his world, living alone, watching. Until today. She was bright. Her eyes. Her hair. Even her voice was clear and light, laughing so it sounded musical. The wind played with her skirts, enveloping her slim body until it was wrapped in diaphanous clouds. She was holding flowers in her hands, leaning in to smell the fragrance, her lips parted in a soft sigh. He started a little, catching his breath, and she saw him. What did he look like to her? A dark figure, wrapped in darkness? A young man, thrown out by his heartless family, reduced to this? She looked into his eyes, and he read them, They were full of fear, a little awe, and slight pity. He had retreated back into his forest. He did not want to be pitied. But he was lonely. Apparently the brighter woods were her favorite retreat, and she often frequented the place, along with her companions, who brought blankets and baskets. They wil

Series One: The Ethereal. The falling snowflakes drifted endlessly like rain from the pearly sky. Rosy red peatls fall onto the clear river but they do not sink. The strains of music are very much like flowers. They blossom then fade. Can you see the fish darting through the blue-gray sea like metal arrows? The crescent moon tips and some golden dreams spill out. Sleeping, you can catch them. Glass shatters like glass into millions of shards. They look like diamonds. Night sky full of stars like gems on a black blanket shimmering brightly.