Under stormy skies,
she walked the mores for hours.
Alone, yet never feeling his absence.
The moon glowed behind the clouds,
calling to her in the night.
She crossed the rushing rivers bridge,
through the forest of darkness,
and into the realm,
where only dreamer's dream.
There she stayed,
to rest her head,
and slumber deep.
For the moon nor the spirit,
could reach her there.
– C.A. Sullivan