Somewhere between infinity and zero you appeared, a gentle knock on my ivy-covered door as if it was there in plain sight. Pushing the door open to meet the eyes of a lynx— soft as snow, she runs disappearing into the raven's wings. You slip in, heading to the center of a void like a deer reaching the river's edge for water, drinking in the dark. Breath forming mist, melting deep layers of frost, numbing cold, questioning if it were here or there or nowhere. Quick as wind, the lynx leaps and settles, curling up at the base of a raised pond where the moon sings to slumbering lotuses floating. You reach for buds, caressing, reviving as they open, blooming, exposing yellow cores. Persephone.
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 