This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
 

Copyright © 1999 by Ofelia Shook All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form.

~WHEN MORNING FALLS~

My gaze crosses an electric heaven, whose sapphire blue skies become eclipsed.  On a sudden break and collision, with cascading clouds.  I watch silently as ivory finger tips caress, gathering and grasping a revolving sun.  For a moment in this orb, I am not alone.  Comforting me with a harmonic song, that endlessly plays forever in my memory.  The hues change with each glimpse, and its expression changes with what I find to be the lasting impressions.  Of his mornings call with wisps of nebulous pinks, films of indigo turning into a quieter shade blue.  Rising higher, as I drift off, into the snow capped peaks that lie in the horizon where I must go.  The display brings a vibrant sensation, coursing excitement to flow here in my solitary confinement.  holding the secrets of his soul.  I welcome the Alps who beckon to me, my home standing there for me.  Always, strong and bold, sacred lands whose hold fills my heart.  Countless stories far from growing old, never dying always living.  As I cast another look, back across the amber colored sky the eagle follows me.

Thus, seen in the crackling static of this clear morning.  A draped dawn slices another piece of my hushed woes.  While parting these silken curtains sleep, an aquamarine fountain spreads.  A flaming blue white fire, transcends and burns, consuming my despair, and my oh so weary soul.  I throw the sable coat aside I want to feel the alpine winds! Let them refresh this thin translucent skin! Bring back the colored crimson cheeks, that flush each time I think of him.  I stare, my royal crest is everywhere, engraved in golden pen.  Upon my chest such scorching heat! While flames from eyes locked in my breast, pierces my ivory colored flesh, the inscription of a name that only one man may ever claim.  An emblazoned covenant, is set firmly beneath the lunar platinum dye.  Our troth, does stretch afar, beyond, each concept of mere mortals mind.  Reaching, without seeing the love remains, one which he nor I shall ever allow to fade away.  Losing myself within those wings that fly, so swift in flight yet delicate.  A butterfly in touch alights upon the coral petal, of these my lips.  To taste in briefest passing a dripping nectar, a honey golden stone that melts.  Into the richest honeycomb, the sweetest drink we share.  When in the waves of stormy nights we ride.  Atop that diamond dusted even tide, sailing past this galaxy I see, just momentarily the gleam.  Within those eyes like shooting stars, that mark my pounding heart causing me to live still further in my dreams.

The midnight sky, the raven hair, with lightening streaks that rakish smile without a care.  His gallant stance imposing glare, drops me into the waxing moon.  My wings are spread, I dance illumined by this fairy trance, until I meet him face to face....those eyes...like coals...awaken.....a..passion with smoldering fires! That had lain barren and forgotten then.............Away, I but a fragile bird disperse, when mine eyes awaken through auroras blaring bugles lull yet, through that trumpeted heralded call.  I saw the eagle glide, still high in sky no force of currents would deny.  His majesty that place, where in to grace my side.  So does he, vanquish all my sorrow in desolate planes of day, as tomorrow merges into gusts of unrequited love.  Leaning against the softness of black leather, my vision scans a screaming plane.  The ground remains untouched from horse's hoof the canter sweeps much faster now.  A gallop winged and rushed, beating against ageless time.  Traveling quicker in streams of fluorescent lights.  This airy speed a creation which surpasses silvers sheen and gloss.  Its shine no longer hides but blinds, allows me the luxury of smile.  Marveling in this silent screen where words are no longer heard.  My mind in reverie unravels, yet again, slowly basking in the sway of my bittersweet melancholy ride.  One, that I am bound to take forever...since I bear that royal crest chisel carved in armor, that, can not be rent.

The flicker of a smile kisses my face, granting me for a fleeting instance the ability to recall.  That royal count that bears the crest of kings upon his chest! The black cape flares, and whips inside an endless sea, that scrapes my silken opal dress.  As drops of dew my lace does fall, upon his heart and that hand closes round, one cultured pearl.  As he screams, the mountains quake where lies the distant echoes of his wake.  My thoughts become a flood, torrents in livid shards of salted rock, scraping my soul.  With the futility of this my destiny, traveling to this lonesome site in another place, another time, where he may be forever mine.  I close my dusky eyes, envision our solitary serenade and that symphony that played.  Against the howling winds outside, the night, he swept this angels heart in windless space.  I am forever trapped, lost in the ballrooms dance.  I spy each multi-colored gown, the gaiety and smiles.  All gentlemen, from realms unknown present themselves before the crown.  Awaiting for the Count of Counts, and who shall he, but choose, to sit upon the empty throne by him? I see the anxious faces wondering, and empty laughs and idle chatter drifts upon this air so thick while crystal glasses pass.  The violin plays on, from my place atop the marble staircase I see him not.  I sigh, not really knowing why this scene plays on.  Reminding me, of lucid dreams unreal, but then I'm always there each night upon those scarlet covered stairs.

Traversing shimmer from my starry eye, crosses each and every countenance.  To satisfy the heart that pumps repeatedly in rapid thrusts against the lily whiteness of my pearly dress.  the contrast thoroughly astounding by those myriad of swirling colors mask, that twirl in merry jubilee, which I am no partaker of.  I stand alone, in this sepulcher confined in body soul and mind.  A wild and captive bird wanting to be free but none of this may ever be.  For he that holds my soul, has driven spikes of purest gold, refined.  If he is not alive then so be it, I shall die when daylight comes.  Living only in my dreams beneath the ebony shine of night, until he joins me amidst the path of seas in emerald greens.  A coolness washes over me, momentarily and I become reserved lest someone see this lonely spirits walk.  Amongst the castles corridors, though standing still a sculptured piece of finest porcelain can never hide.  So draped am I by moonlit beams that reach within and cast the most surrealistic sheen, upon this flesh that radiates in an ethereal lunar shawl.  I step back against the stone cold wall, trying desperately to clear my mind of the man who throws that royal cloak so carelessly aside and laughs so easily.  Does he find joy in me at all? The bohemian rhapsody begins, in charm those spellbound tunes that filter through and swell reminds me of some long forgotten lullaby.  I, but in voiceless whisper can deliver, to that dimension where he dwells, unseen.  This quiet breeze on which I sing within.

Sending on, this, my celestial song.  Still, he has yet to come..  I never realized at all that ever watchful eye, was fixed...on only me............A slight moan escaped, between my parted lips.  From my hearts, immortal thirst so set ablaze by loves enchantment.  I turn from that scene below where the waltz, becomes a rolling wave, as an incessant flow.  Creating a sultry yearning to grow, when I look to see, and find he's still not there.  I can no longer stand to stay within this displaced set.  My satin slippers slide, swiftly down the great expanse of darkened rooms and halls.  Without a torch,  illumined only by the halo that encircles me as I go.  The chamber never changes, with its massive doors finely carved by ancient hands, reminding me more clearly here, the land on which I stand.  Forever mine, each and every time that I return I'll find this empty tomb without him by my side.  This wing where I cry, where in my young heart dies.  A little section torn as each second ticks on by.  While I peer inside, I wonder why, I continue to return to this lonely castle.  Where my crimson colored tears, sting my cheeks and fail to dry.  This royal chamber lays untouched except by me, the scent of lilacs cling so heavily.  Engulfed by this sweet perfume, the essence is such it causes me to feel a heady rush.  Slightly faint by the intoxicating smell and tantalizing fragrance.  Which wafts invisibly around covering me in rapturous remembrance of the garland made for me one he sent despite his elusiveness.  My nostrils fill longingly, my senses reel involuntarily.

Laughter wants to overtake me, as this giddiness steals through my aching body.  I want to hasten my steps to the window that lies invitingly before me.  Instead, my airy footsteps have taken some entrancing dance all of their own.  I seem to fly towards that balcony, I open wide those mirrored doors and the freshness of the ocean cleanses me.  The salt spray crisp and light clears my head , and clips against my bare swan neck.  Yet, standing there a gust does blow and grazes the ruffles of lace and breathes a caress, I know, so well.  Although these mortal eyes are blinded, for a fraction one almost unnoticed I sense his presence.  In the distance the ocean pounds, against granite rock thunderous clashing sounds.  The slap of raging waters, I hear his voice far greater than the lions roar.  I want to sail, to twist and turn and revel in each wave that rolls.  I want to be where ever his spirit controls my yearning soul.  Where he travels past each and every star that happens to appear, when he is near.  But no, instead I wait and the clouded eyes of moon are far from becoming full, she hangs her head without that onyx night.  Seemingly though I grasp a knowing smile that passes in a twinkling across her dusty face.  I forget about my shimmering satin dress, and dainty laced petticoats until the rays from this fairy moon bestows a brilliant ray.  In myriad of iridescent plated hues that drop from her eyes that open slightly.

In a flutter, I am divinely dusted by nocturnal slivers of whitest powder.  I'm sped away by this array, now so absorbed within my skin.  That I no longer want to leave this place beneath serene, I want to stay within the splendor of that cloak that renders naught but reflective light.  I am unaware of him, he hides within the night, yet he watches me, as I bathe inside the incoming tide.  Which ebbs and flows encompassing me in this nebula with such cascading glow.  A movement, stops me in my tracks although I haven't moved it appears to me.  I left my enclosure, and have seen my groom.  No, the faint disturbance was I'm sure nothing at all.  But from the corner of my eye I see the canopy whose filigree sways ever so slightly.  By and by atop the vanity thus cupped in silver platter there an orchid pure of whitest snows, the lavender, and a solitary long stemmed thorn less royal rose! Of deepest blue red blood......Side by side the finest parchment lay, the seal whose emblem stamped is set a blaze by his royal mark! My heart becomes a tangent thing, alive again to see that sign.  As tenderly, I pick up the golden gilded envelope.  Gracefully my fingers slide, undo the crest where in his message lies.  The lone wolf howls, how odd? It is far from time for him to seek an evening such as this to prowl.  It matters not I cast aside my instincts, the letter in my hands presses far more urgent a demand.  His summons leaps and soars, from within that scroll which I hold.

Once more he sears my heart, and I am taken back by each and every word he penned, in such an artful flourish.  How could he be so cold, so calculating and bold? To say, My maiden youth against the breast of old! Horrified am I, how could he kill me one more time? With gallant air, that rakish flair, and offer his forget-me-nots, without a care? How does he dare! I in my innocence have been, so sure of him.  I thought perchance my love could change and conquer all the hate, the monster hides so well.  Although mere child am I, I feel the rage arise deep inside from this incessant game he plays.  So cruel and thoughtless to have ever come my way.  To treat the angel at his gates so carelessly, this princess tears herself away.  What reason does she have to stay? I grasp my royal purple coat, for some strange reason it has turned to the darkest indigo.  Making my dress stand out all the more resplendent, and now the paleness of my flesh makes me an ethereal queen of dreams no man has ever seen.  Atop my heart, the livid coat of arms leaps out in symbolic prismatic hue.  Surrounding me, protecting me as he tries to take my soul.  No longer do I remain, I must escape! Again, the wolf pierces what I had thought a silent night.  No fear can I attest to feel, for fright to me is a foreign thing, and cowardice despicable, when chivalry, and honor right gives me the strength with which to fight.  Oh indeed! such valor, a vest of armor and a shield revealed to me upon this my most maddened plight.

It is just a matter of a vessel that is throbbing, that muscle causing sobs that rake across that pump.  Like broken glass which shred and rend this maiden's bleeding breast.  I skim the surface of ebonite stone, mine silken slippers skip a beat as my wings prepare to fly.  The music becomes a furious crash, lashing through the air on which it travels hauntingly.  Soaking my ear with its melody, to soothe me is in vain as the mad dash continues casting another tune that beckons to me.  That of freedom from this torment that permeates within this darkness trying to consume me.  I flee against all matter of reasoning, yet I know from him I shall never be free.  That dreamy harmony that lingers on the breeze still sings the bohemian song that clings.  Pouring its essence through my being, who is it that I am fooling? Certainly, not he! But only me, for this vacancy is filled somehow as it captivates and captures keeping me completely spellbound.  By its very sound, each stroke releasing the fury of clashing gales that are suddenly increasing.  As I plummet forward into the next crescendo which begins to swell with high pitched ardent fervor.  My pace is ever quickening my thoughts a constant swirl.  Why did I ever come, at all? Has it been in actuality for naught? I certainly can not regain, that which is forever lost.  Amongst, a mighty empire whose heart is set in wax.  I am no foreign princess, I bear the coat of arms from birth whose royal blood does carry an ancient name that but a few could claim.  Yet, thus I have been treated upon my such sacred lands.

My love given so easily in hand, to a man, I love in vain.  Blindly onward do I run, crystal tears that gush in that hurried moment my cloak is caught amongst the bramble brush.  For the briefest instance, I struggle, thinking I may stumble, and fall against those jagged granite rocks.  Looming there with open jaws to gnash and tear my tender skin, as demons laugh with horrid jubilee.  All obstacles they pride themselves in aiming back at me.  An overwhelming darkness, passes almost surreptitiously across the sullen face of my dear and sweet serene.  Prompted by this change in atmosphere, a tempest drawing near.  My sparkling gloves do gather each layer of sheerest gossamer.  The opal, pearls and moonbeams upon my skirts are held cascading in a liquid whiteness above one dainty arm.  Within my breast the drums are pounding harder with each measured step I take.  Unconsciously, my hand rises to secure the clasp of my cloak which for some reason seems to me.  Has loosened around my vulnerable soft throat.  I shudder for my fingers closed around the lone cameo, he bestowed upon me so very long ago.  The slap of this reality, and cruelty of the blow.  Causes me to stop abruptly and shocked am I to know.  My feet have carried me outside to the bone bleached sands below.  Those which I had longed and dreamed of being shown.  Beneath the cover of darkness as radiant rays are thrown across this surrealistic image I allow myself an instant.  To throw all caution aside and bask within this heavenly mirage before my very eyes.  Forgotten is the past, my present and my future, as the display of this oncoming hurricane takes me in its sway.

The elements are changing, rearranging as somehow I am transported to a silent cove.  I'm unaware of the eerie silence so transfixed have I become.  Mesmerized by this bubbling fountain, that whispers my name as the ripples fade.  I dare not breathe for fear this vision will forever disappear as that man I love.  Who has gone, beyond the mountains.  A place in space where he will always roam.  The currents begin to blow and as I stand in pensive thought, I wonder if perhaps one day we both will be permitted to come home.  Finding rest as we dance upon those streets of gold.  Free from the bondage of this planes dimension, being captives in its grotesquely twisted mold.  A stir behind me, causes me to turn.  Instinctively, I draw my velvet cloak closer to my slight frame.  Yet, there is nothing to be seen.  My vision becomes obscure by a sudden rise of steam which effortlessly floats from this heated pool.  A flushed sensation courses throughout my body.  Its creamy ivory sheen has a coral tinge.  Blushing the flesh loosening the icy coolness, in the warmth of this mists heated caress.  This amber color penetrates me, engulfs me in its golden glow, as I drink in the splendor of the show.  This orb casts a halo which covers my soul.  The peace I revel becomes short lived, as I am taken without warning into arms of living steel.  What force is this, that takes me? Which feels like an iron claw, one I never saw! I can't break away the grip will not relinquish me.  All I see is the haze that surrounds, this nebular film covering the grounds.  My senses reel, I struggle to be free.  Confusion reigns within my mind, my apprehension mounts.  This illusion which I'm in holds a strength beyond my means.  Have I walked into some deluded dream? The fog lifts momentarily and in this scene I see that silhouette of the man that hides! Reappearing at my side, the flash of liquid lightening is by who I am grasped!

Our eyes lock, and stars dance in my eyes shooting forth into his gaze.  Windows of my soul in honey glaze, resplendent in the orbs of burning suns that mirror back his soul.  Burning me again, and again marking me against his chest.  This state I'm in is scorching me, his passion blazes against my fragile skin.  I'm dazed from his fervent stare, the glare causes me to lose myself, as I swoon beneath that potent moon that waxes full.  His laughter roars and my heartbeat soars.  But caught am I before I fall and as I'm elevated by arms that are so firm.  My breast begins to quiver, slightly rising falling in a rhythm all its own.  I hear him scream for I have fainted in a dream.  Exposing my shimmering neck to him.  While my mane tumbles in the piercing darkness, it singes him with its satiny softness.  He watches mystified while each garnet golden pin falls on the snow white ground.  Surrounding it with ruby droplets from the heart, he holds so carelessly.  The love that always brings him home.  From my enchanted slumber, I whisper a long forgotten name one that only he can claim.  His shrieks of pain resonate against a shattered plane.  The raven hair in exotic hues of blue intermingles with those silver lightening streaks.  That bolt in vivid platinum that runs astride his temples.  Scrapes against my ivory cheek, and his soul reverberates.  New life given by this angel's heart.  Reaching in touching him parting the realm of darkness where he used to dwell.  The monster howls, he melts his humanness aroused! No longer does he need to prowl.  Immortality lays within her breast, she put him through the test.

Brought back the dead! His eagle like eyes scan the bone white porcelain as his head tenderly grazes her pure and fragrant flesh.  His chiseled face determined, he vows to take, and make the maiden one with him.  For now erased are hardened lines, carved and etched through ageless time.  As his black cape flares he carries a lily white figurine illumined by a lover's moon.  The last thing I remember, is a gentle laugh as he places my body on a sea of crystalline glass.  That only he and she will ever ride upon.  Lifted together becoming one.  Set free at last, they become one.  In a revered dream.