Mitzi Danielson-Kaslik

I long for you, my lover

The home of an artist and a writer; lovers in the Parisian rooftops.

A girl writes a letter to her lover and kidnapper just in case he wakes up.

He woke up, disoriented.

A creative description of the Apollo Foundation in Versailles

As light fades truth is revealed

His eyes suddenly fixed. Time to go.

Until the break of dawn

An old ship sits alone upon the high seas. A single black flag adorning it’s tall masts. It marks time, it’s purpose remains unclear.

Oh, how I love you.

It showed the path for the valley.

Hope had arrived; dawn had come at last.