Music on a fading wind
A flute plays gently,
coming to me on the wind in my ear.
I follow the tune,
cautiously I walk inbetween trees.
The enrapturing song leads me to a beauty beyond compare.
Dark long locks flow around a pale face,
dancing with the wind.
Nimble fingers move over the wooden instrument held to her lips.
Once I'm noticed she stops.
Just stops.
Sops playing her mournful song,
stops moving,
stops existing.
I awaken,
eyes wide,
breathing hard.
My beautiful flute player,
my generous lover,
she's gone forever.
Now only a memory in my mind from long ago.
Like the last wisps of music on a fading wind.
by: Kitsune Arya
