Dreamers Moonlight

She steps outside the warmth of the small house, inhaling the sweet midnight chill. The wind is low, and sweet, filled with the scent of spring. She walks down the steps, and turns, heading towards the end of the concrete porch. The grass glistens with the newly gathered dew, shining under the light of the full moon.

Stopping short of the yard, she gazes from under the overhang, letting the moonlight touch her pale skin. kiss her green and purple hair, and lull her soul into a safety and security granted to her under the night sky. On either side of the moon, two stars shine in their brilliance, looking like small diamonds on a bluish, black canvas.

The wind drifts by, heading towards the north east, the scent of honeysuckle beckoning her further into the awaiting paradise. She kicks off her sandals and steps into the cool grass, her senses coming to life. It was as if, in a moment, she left behind the comfort of the familiar, and was transported to a distant world where beauty was the only sustenance one would ever need.

Her eyes close as she stops, turning towards the moonlight. Her arms raise, palm up, shoulder height, the wind blowing across her skin, helping her to shrug off her final worries of the day. Her spirits soar as the wind picks up, her hands raising above her head, palms offered up towards the moon. She slowly bends at the waist, her hands falling in front of her, her head lowering. In this moment, she gives her thanks to the gods and goddesses who are watching over her, helping her, guiding her, feeding her the love that only nature can provide. Her heart lifts, making her rise, her hands cupped in offering, before placing that cup to the moon. She filled it with the white and blue light, and brings it into her heart, letting the majesty overtake her, and a peace she had always wanted to ease her worries, and allow her body and mind to rest, and enjoy this wonderful life.

Her eyes open, taking in the brilliance and splendor that is nature, the world, and the life it gives to us all. She smiles, knowing that no matter what happens, she can sit underneath its light, and find the answers she has been seeking, but cannot find anywhere else.

Before she heads back in to finish her tasks, and crawl in bed for a long nights sleep, she holds onto a branch of the honeysuckle bush, and inhales its magic, her senses brimming and overflowing with happiness. She takes this scent into her heart, raising her arms and spinning with happiness and content.

This is the world at its best, beauty at its most ancient and powerful, and the place she loves to inhabit and forget the cares and concerns of the living world.

This is her domain, her shelter, her playground, her time to be the Eidolon she knows herself to be.

She doesn't have to impress or explain, put on a show or defend an opinion. There's nothign to fight, and everything to have.

This place she will share with no one else, not even those who understand as she does.

Turning one gaze to her heavenly protector, she slips back inside, at ease with the knowledge that even though the sun may shine, she can return to this sanctuary in her soul, until she can be with it in the physical, and then, for all eternity.