Secret Haven

Indulgence

Picture by the author

Maneuvers from beginning to end, like an eerie enemy — back to the wall; akin to rabble rousers in a burning village on foreign lands of dreams that fade before dawn.
Under the canopy of a thousand trees did you lie in wait, whispering to the night the tales of two worlds and dandelion towns and desert rains.
On luminous corridors of sleeping skies and resting sorrows, akin to the calls of cascading rapids for the…