wistful progression (forgot to post)
She came to me amongst the whispers of the night, when lashes flutter with thoughts unbridled. Took my hand and lead me down a winding path to a dark garden. There she turned to me delicately placing two soft kisses upon my lips. The look she cast into my eyes was tender and though no words were spoken the moment seemed bittersweet and spoke to me of goodbyes. With that she was gone. The shadows embracing her, leaving the ephemeral vestiges of her dress the only flicker that she was ever there.