It started as a dream. A slow waltz in the midnight air. Illuminated by a full moon and the glimmer in her eyes. I was lost in her light. A smile of stars in the sky. Kissed by the chill of winter’s frost. Heated by passion’s flame inside. Oh what a dream it was. To see and to have felt seen. Yet morning came and with the twilight so to left her gleam. Dawn had awoken us to things hidden within our dream. Things that night’s shadows kept behind the light. So once two dreamers lost in a fever, now just two…
… Pulled back to raindrop windows. Steam rising upon the glass. Writing each other’s names. Claiming our hearts were meant to be together. We were to be one and the same. Night terrors. Morning showers. Tears at dusk. Tears inside us. To be whole again? Such a dream cannot exist. Alone. That’s okay. I open my eyes ready for the new day.