“Girl of Reverie”
Excerpt from “Remembering Eternity”: “Through the rooms of this immense castle, which seemed to have no limits, bounds, or breaks, he would chase the gossamer glints of a maiden, the maiden, the one. She was gracile and lithe with the palest yellow hair streaming behind her as she ran, a maiden of a Pre-Raphaelite mind, Erato possibly, or an oread escaped from a nearby grotto, with germinal breasts like fine porcelain teacups, a compact mouth, slightly open with an expression of confused urgency, and peacock-green eyes from whose depths shot nets of allure. He could only ever glimpse, never catch or possess her. She played a delightful game in which she made herself visible, desirable, so that he might peek at and desire her, before evanescing, turning a corner, becoming particulate mist, and then getting absorbed in the atmosphere, leaving behind a redolence of femininity. Ever, always he tore down long sconced hallways in pursuit of a glimpsed shred of peridot silk, only to see it float out of sight before it could be touched.”