Sometimes on my sojourns into Other realms I am astonished by the way time runs so differently.  It seems even more incongruous when here the naked trees shiver beneath their icy coats, and certainly it was just a moment ago, I was enjoying the warm summer sun.  How many seasons have passed?  Other memories haunt me.  Unlike Vegas, what happens in Faerie doesn't always stay there...

Upon Return

days past midsummer

cool droplets of haze

weighed the fluttering leaves

lilies, phantom-bright

as memories,

pierced the twilight

of encroaching dawn

within these shadows

your hands caressed;

a tender touch of waking

you wrapped me up in

silken strands, a cocoon

of spectral sighs

teased the breath from me,

a lustrous exhalation

now your absence

weighs my heart

like cold, hard stones

infinite as sorrow

this cairn of dreams grows high