Haegtessa 11/07/2023

I ride the liminal spaces,

the places in-between.

Where water meets land.

Where the forest stops,

and the sleepy village begins.

In the twilight before sunset.

Floating between life and death.

The hedges and edges.

I dwell in the dream-world

where all the magic happens,

keeping secrets i hear before awakening...

quiet whispers in my ears.

You may have seen my from the corner of your eye,

or did you?

Like the fog, drifting in from the sea.