Last night I was out again in the meadow watching
the waning moon as the dog sniffed and played.
It was neither hot nor cold as the weather had
been beautiful yesterday.
And it was silent as only a night meadow can be.

A gentle breeze was blowing, softly caressing my skin.
And as I closed my eyes and lifted my arms upwards,

I felt your hand slide out of mine…
I felt your finger tips slip through mine as you stepped away.
I felt the breeze brush my skin sensually, like soft kisses and gentle licks.

I thought of a book I had read about spinning naked on a wizard’s stone,
how the breeze would feel,
the sheer pleasure of the caresses on my naked body
while being bathed in the moon light….
the sensual, sexual freedom that might be experienced
which brought a tickle of a smile to my lips.

When I stopped spinning,
the mist that was gathering around me softened my view of you.
I could just make out the outline of your body
and the look on your face as you caressed me with your eyes,
explored all of me that stood before you vulnerable and naked.
And then the mist obscured you from my view…

and I realized that you had never been there
and a tear come to my eye as I walked back up to the house.

But the thought of dancing naked on the wizard’s stone stayed with me
and brought back the play of a smile to my lips
as I recalled the sensation of that breeze,
so like a lover’s hand and yet not like a lover’s touch.

This piece was written during a time of what was actually lovely solitude. It is not a polished piece. Instead it is the rapid placing of pen to paper in order to capture a moment's thought.