Transformed Cloak By: S. Baber
Perfumed trinities
of existence within one traveling soul…the pale milky complexion has again
returned, sharpening brown eyes, a flush to her cheeks…the cloak she has bore
for so long has seemed to transform to a gown that as you gaze and become
transfixed on her being, the garment has a silky yet cloud like appearance as
if the pain has been touched with hands of the finest and purest love and
forgiveness.
Her
movements are as if she is floating perhaps even a butterfly. As she moves her
garment gently moves in the breeze and the sunlight captures the hues of the
fine thread which it has been spun from. She no longer seems scared or deer
like but has a warm angelic stance. It’s as if she has waited a hundred years
to be released from the turmoil that captured her in the cloak like state.
She has been
touched on the pigmentations that run through her heart and being that for the
first time the cursed pain had been taken from her heart and soul, taken from
her and accepted and his eyes bore through to her spirit, engulfed and absorbed
and accepted with his every fiber the hurt and beauty that lies within her. For
the first she time she felt warmth from her toes to her heart that a trust and
bond had been formed and that her greatest demise and fears could be conquered
with his accepting and endless love.
Her touch to him was like thunderbolts pulsing
through his body…the shock, the warmth, the power…but the beauty that ensued
his being, the fact that he could read her thoughts of her heart, mind and
spirit, sent through him a peace and confidence in him that he could be ultimate
love and grounding force and a combined force that would be unbreakable..
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