She stands in the crisp,cool,air...
Swathed in silk and wrapped in the
fog that is blanketing the earth.
She looks about in wonder with the
old awe-inspiring feeling creeping.
How does she feel; Is she renewed?
Transported...?
No...She feels...Reborn.
As she ponders this new development,
She can't help but notice...
A figure outlined in the distance.
She can't help but feel she is part
of a gothic novel.
The image fades;The era gently shifts.
Her spirit waits...
Confused and alighted.
A door opens;Once believed long sealed.
Is she mended;Is she healed?
One never knows...
As she steps softly on new ground.
The tips of her soul carress a new type
of adventure...[On she presses...]
She waits;She breathes...
She sighs.
Then you hear her speak just once;She says;
"Breathe...and just...believe..."
And somewhere off in the fog enriched air,
You hear the flapping of fabric...
A cloak...Perhaps?