The inky dark seeping into every corner of the room. I struck a match, the sulpher stinging my nose. Touching the flame to a wick, a candle sputtered to life. Violet sparks twinkled in the emerging eyes before me. I sat back, rocking into my chair.
I contemplated the visage materializing before me. I took a deep breath, my senses enveloped in scents of warm vanilla, cigar wrap, my dog at my feet.
"Goddess", I said, "Explain the pain enveloping my life."
She reached forward, extending a perfect, pale hand to a crystal glass. I leant forward and poured the fragrant, red wine into the solidifying glass.
The liquid caught and fractured the candle light; orange tongues glinted and floated.
I saw my pain reflected in her eyes, The reflection of my heart, bleeding into my/Her glass.
"I have no Peace, Goddess."
"You had moments, Child."
"Memories of those moments aren't enough."
"I know, Dear Heart, it isn't up to me."
I felt tears roll down my cheeks, scorching trails. She sipped her wine, I gulped.
"I don't know how to do this." My empty glass missed the table, shattering on the floor. The Goddess placed her goblet down, her arm extending......I melted, floated, crashed, into her arms, her soft bosom absorbing my sobs.
"In your dreams, my love, you will find comfort and peace."
Her embrace swallowed my wracking shoulders."In your hope and spirit, my love will comfort you."
"Goddess, I beg for one moment such."