To be ..
The West Wind
Wild and free
Felt, yet unseen by Mankind
Blow where I will
Over gentle hills
Tumultuous seas
A soft Zephyr breeze
On fierce Panther Paws
Or ...
A fixed Star
Adored from afar
Required to shine Bright
Illuminate the dark night
Until clouds gather
Illusions of self shatter
Immutable Celestials jealously look down
Unable to wear capricious gossamer gowns
Eily Nash ~2020
My paranormal fiction reflects my deep passion for the numinous realms. I love myth and mystery and magical things, and journeys to that liminal place where the veil between worlds is gossamer thin...
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