Prelude (from the novel "Mythic Creatures")

The light awakens, eyes rush open,

The light bends to enter,

The sun heats my body, soul, and face.

A weightless ghost aloft

A wispy thing

Suddenly alive and living deep in space.

Below me, the germination of things

Lush and green…the germination of things that

Germinate.

By the movement of my hands

I can sense the movement of

Waters, mists infinite.

Growing things grow

Future and every possible future,

springs forth,

Cultivated by a seedling imagination and

Through our wisdom and dreams

We are purified.

By our capabilities

We are horrified

And by our abilities

We are calmed.

The light bends to enter

Over reaching eyes

Fatigue of the senses

Causes phantoms to appear

And the mind grows tricky and slippery

Below me, spinning spinning spinning

Blue and green.

Empty Ghosts passing through airless space together.