Eventide of Summer

On the edge of harmony, lake lapping at her toes as the cicadas churled and whirred. A heron flapped its wings and took flight. Tipping the surface feathers of silver blue, the expanse reflects its shadow over the waters. Glancing back, with eyes beckoning towards the in between. The distant loon calls as the great bird glides through the last golden petals plucked from the sun by the child of estival; they fall adrift to warm the earth a little longer, more.

She tilts her head to the setting rays of light, to rest on the shoulder of the shortest night. Eyelids fluttering closed absently, breath slowing stillness. Her heart wanders off without her, tripping childishly over clay jars strewn about heaven. Spilling forth ancient footprints dripping through time, shimmering beads of light across the threaded web poured out into the in between.

Emboldened, the heart skips tipping more jars until the roaring falls ceaselessly cascade their celestial contents, an expanse of flowing dust and a farrago of souls through inky, spiraling eternity. Reckless audacity shining without humility illuminating the hourglass of mortality. The heart returns pushing dreams from her eyes, she wakes in the silence having passed through the in between.