Why Must I Wake?

One billion particles of dust float between you and me. They are caught in the shaft of light that moves down your skin revealing your beauty. You warm the light, reversing the laws that hold us with some strange magic. I cannot see your face, only your mess of black hair. I feel I know you but am denied the conformation of who you are... a cruel trick. Your body lay limp like a broken Christ in the arms of Mary and somehow this gives me comfort. In the distant land of your skin, darkness reaches out with jagged arms, only to be obscured by a thin white strand of light. I find myself drawn to you from across the room, your will is my transport and I am with you. I peal back the light to join you and I feel you, soft and warm under my fingertips. Something is about to be revealed… Then I sense a change out beyond the light. It is a foreboding shift in the curtain we are cast upon and I can do nothing to resist the call that follows. It's hold tightens and I am dragged from your presence. I writhe and grope but it is for naught, my eyes open and the world dulls... And though I try to recapture the scene again, it is gone.

Thav