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Womyn's Magic by © thethunderwoman Listen…very closely. The sounds travel on the night air. Crickets chirruping, water dripping, the wind sighing through the boughs of the trees…just little sounds but in combination a symphony. Look…the moon is full, casting bright light and shadows everywhere. A small candle flickers and adds dimension to the night. Smell… just turned loam, flowers from the garden, fresh mowed grasses, and the faint musky perfume of a woman As Melody entered the garden she seemed to glide on the very air, she added her voice to the symphony, and cast the light from her candle before her. She went straight to the center, where the well was and placed the candle on the wall with a drop of the candle wax to hold it secure. Glancing around her, Melody saw she was alone and raised her voice from a hum to full song. It was an old one…a tune from memory. Grandmother had sung this song often, at night, when she worked. Grandmother, a woman of mystery and secrets, was now gone. Had Grandmother taught her enough, Melody wondered? For now it was her turn to carry on the traditions: time for her secrets, her power, and her love to come to full fruition. Melody worked slowly. Gathered flowers and moonbeams, thoughts and desires and combined them all to form her wish. *********** Malone woke with a start. Had he just been dreaming? Was the raven haired, wisp of a woman real? Sniffing, Malone swore he could still smell her…the combination of musk, flowers and hot candle wax. What was happening to him? Was he going slowly insane or was this reoccurring dream prescient of the future? He had to know. Rising from slumber, hair mussed, he pulled on jeans and a heavy sweater. Malone grabbed the doorknob and opened it with a jerk, so strong that it flew from his grasp and slammed the wall. Cursing quietly, he strode out, not bothering to lockup behind himself. "Down the street, around the corner. Keep on striding, one foot before the other," he thought. "Just keep going. Work it off!" Slowly the intensity seemed to wear off. It was easier to walk now, to breath, to just think. It was then that Malone realized that the moon was so bright he had no problem seeing his way. It was also then, that he became aware that he was in an old section of town, one he had never visited before. Stopping to get his bearings, Malone slowed his breathing even further…the scents were back; flowers, candles and perfume. Was that a voice on the wind? Opening the garden gate he found himself before, Malone walked in. Following the scents and the path he wound his way to the center. No one! Absolutely no one! But he could have sworn he heard her, smelled her. Confused more than ever he sat on the ground, leaned his back against the well wall and fell fast asleep. ************* Since her Grandmother had passed, Melody had moved into the old house. Each morning, no matter how early or late she awoke, tea in the garden had become habitual. Today was no different, until she looked up the path…there ahead of her was what looked like a man. As she came closer she could see knees pulled up to his chest, face on his knees and hair spilling over his face hiding him from sight and recognition. But she knew, she just knew. Walking slowly on silent feet, Melody approached. ************ Malone had been in the dream again…when the light changed. As he opened his eyes, he realized it was a person blocking the sun. Brushing hair out of his eyes, glancing up, he could only tell that it was a woman. She was dressed in a long flowing skirt and the light filtered around her head and through her hair like a halo. "Morning sleepy head," she breathed the words so softly, he almost missed it. "You, you?" he stuttered, sudden recognition blazed through him. "I came looking for you. I thought, I thought you were only a dream!" A quiet chuckle was her only response. Melody walked over to the wall and sat, swinging her legs. "Tell me how? How did you walk in my dreams? How did I end up here?" Malone demanded. Slowly Melody pulled a small, deeply carved box from her pocket. She held it out to him, but cautioned, "Be careful with it. There are moonbeams inside that will evaporate in daylight! And little bits of me as well." "What?" asked Malone. "Destiny," Melody responded. "It is destiny, no secrets or spells… just destiny." ********** Thunder