The Eidolon
She awaits the dawn of love in an ambiguous form; a crystal eye for the mind’s eye.
The apparition of untold beauty has transported her soul to the vanishing realm without her Mother’s knowledge.
She is the daughter of the Earth who has been lain to sleep; somnolent for eternity and ethereal in luminosity.
The wings of phoenix have revived a hollow corpse; she no longer lies down but had broken free of binding soil.
The Universe greets her eyes as she lie on the pavement to eternity…
Where are you?
I see now…
The world is swirling around my fingertips; iridescent cosmic glitter has been laid on my fingertips; ethereality and incorporeality run amuck in this realm.
Where have I gone?
Have I not awakened to the light of Mother Nature’s womb?
Is this not the cascading waterfall cavern with luxuriant blossoms along a baptismal and pristine lake?
The rainbow surge had arisen from the horizon, a cosmic crescent of spectral means.
My body; a vessel unseen; fiery silhouettes of a revitalizing eagle.
Scorching heat blazes across the bare soil and she knows then and there that her soul hath been lain, slain, desolated, discombobulated.
A lurid vision of a gory demise; my annihilation that now has passed.
I see now evermore…
My crystal eye, a prognosticator has revealed to me the ghastly truth.
I am merely an elimination, a casualty from an unknown world known as…
cannot remember
“Is it home?”
By Sanders M. Foulke III