Beyond Murky Waters and Ashen Wisps

[Axelu 4333]

 

Beyond Murky Waters and Ashen Wisps

 

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Today, I dreamed of an endless mass of water. It was beautiful; wholly beautiful and garnished by a glimmering sight in the dark horizon. It coaxed me forth and I thoughtlessly drew my figure forward. The fabrics of my gown, drenched and matted, lagged and bobbed amidst the cerulean expanse. My attire, and seemingly fate itself, sought me to plummet. The stars above -- they aligned against me, flitting japingly atop my head. How cruel could they be - taunting me as the murky, lapsing water aimed to consume me.  But, I didn’t relent. I knew something so beautiful as what emblazoned the vistas afar couldn’t be reached so easily.  And thus, I kept floundering onward, regardless of the present difficulty. 

It was a fruitless toil; I felt control of my limbs evade me, and the thrashing waves, ever fervid, were accompanied by a looming tempest. I had lost the gilded horizon I once yearned to bare witness to intimately - to feel beneath my feet; to become privy to the splendorous sights and sounds, unbeknownst to me as they were. Even as the aqueous mass crept over my face, and pressured me below, I did not lose hope. The notion of what it could be was etched into my mind and refused to forfeit its place therein.

 

All grew dark and silence loomed.

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Breathless silence; despicable oblivion. 

 

Then, I felt myself somersault above - beyond the ashen wisps, the tempest, and into the heavens. I felt relieved, consoled and enlivened. Radiance enveloped me as though GOD himself emerged to embosom me. Had my efforts not been in vain? I suppose I’ll never know. I woke soon afterward.

 

 

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PENNED BY

Lady Elisabeth Ruthern, Esquire