drrieux

Dream softly my dear. Picture the warm sunrise or the brilliant moonlight that we had come to love. I hope that you are floating there out among the stars, your kin. With music playing around you as you dance and drift out further. Enveloped in a warmth of your own making. Thick nebulous clouds surrounding you and tracing your movements. They leave lines where you have been, like tracks in the snow. From here I cannot make them out, but I know you're there. I can feel it in my heart. I feel the gentle silence of your movements traced in sound by the humming of your voice. A smile across your face as I hear the tune I sang to you so many times before, but you sing it much better. Your tune is in perfect harmony, and with each note the stars respond in a grand symphony of light. You are painting the sky with your movements. It is cold here with you so far away. I was spoiled to have you so close before and I became dependent upon your embrace to fill me with warmth, but now I shiver and cling to the scraps you left behind. With faded memories I venture out and dig my toes into the sand. Oblivious to the crashing waves and the cold water, my eyes never leave the sky and all I hear is your voice humming that tune. You wear robes of gold and for a moment you were mine. Things are so cold now, and I'm so tired. The light of the stars seems to be missing now, I can no longer see them. The sound persists though. The soft hum of your voice, making the tune. I will sleep now, to dream, to find you in this dream. Out of the cold dark. I will dream softly too my dear. I will dream softly...