midsummer eve. the longest day, followed by the shortest night. magical night. 11 pm. still old light lingering in the sky. 1 am. new light, first dawn. had it not been raining i'd been somewhere else, out of town, joining the fairy elves, dancing, shaping into mist over the meadows of the sheep, dancing, flowing, naked body glittering from morning dew, dancing, dancing. magical night.
and then. the truth. destiny.
you pick them in silence by a crossroad, the seven flowers, all different, to bring home into bed. and from below your pillow they whisper his picture into your dreams that night. do you know him? he'll be yours. don't recognize him? makes it much harder, because you've got to find him, have to, as he's destined for you.
so i may not speak again before i go to bed tonight, or nothing will be revealed to me. hush, mia, or you will learn nothing, won't see, won't know. but i'm not gonna blow it. i'll be quiet, and let my incarnation serval only speak for me tonight.
who will i see in my dreams? will i see you?
magical night.
with her fresh skills in keeping track of days, serval is for sure gonna tell me midsummer eve is still to come, is still a few days ahead. oh, i know. tonight is rehearsal night. so is every night. rehearsal or for real. the incantation may vary, but so is every night.
mia"
