Echoes of a dream

Echoes of a dream

An ancient place, a place of ruin on a hill, in darkness and shadows of mist. Now empty, half crumbled and devoid of those who would worship an unseen god who saw fit to callous their knees endlessly on jagged pebbled stone.

Here in the devouring mist of dreams, cold loneliness grips me and I spin, mingle and whirl with the darkness. We are one, cold as stone and long for the distant light, but cannot leave the stone and the taste of its bitterness.

Dropped by the cold placid white hands of mist, I sink. The all absorbing mist is calm and peaceful, darkness rests beyond.

From the dark depths a portrayal of longing and love. A shimmering globe takes form expanding into a sylph of blindingly radiant beauty. Bright moon eyes reach out and burn me to the depths of my soul, her flaxen hair flows like water from the highest and brightest waterfalls. Her flowing white dress moves with the finesse of sails on the high seas.

She moves toward me, closer and yet closer still until we touch in a burst and exchange of pure energy. We merge, meld and become as one. For an infinite moment of time oblivion consumes us with the energy of a thousand suns. Love so apparent, so strong, so endless, leave not now, leave not ever, consume us now in oblivion for all eternity, take our life force from us and make death our closest friend.

Torn from me her brightness recedes into the black phosphorescent vastness of the universe. My hands glow in the bright gloss blackness reaching out in desperation, vainly trying to draw her back. Her fading moon eyes reach out to me and sparkle in the ethereal light and a distant memory touches me and tells me I have always known her through the eons of time. My mouth forms the words – How can this be ?

She speaks to me in the fading words of an ancient echo but her words are lost on the breeze.

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