Darkness shifts into a grey sunless dawn
My face is wet with tears
I don't remember crying
Did I dream I was dying?
I don't remember dreaming
My heart is a heavy rock imploding

I open my eyes
Expecting to see a dead body crushing my chest
None lies there

He rises at the edge of my memory... watching
I am convinced He is real and not a dream shadow
The fugitive desire of my subconscious escapes confinement of mistaken identity

Memories are no more than flecks of gold in a dust storm
The wind carries the kisses of the Dead

Did I kill Him?
You press for the Truth
But, the Truth, like Beauty is purely a matter of Perception

He shifts in restless slumber
His breath catches a moment in His throat
Heart pounding
His dark eyes open in frightened confusion
I fade into the sunless dream shadow

Memories are no more than flecks of gold in a dust storm
The wind carries the kisses of the Dead

Your writing is enough to put me into a dream state, very surreal and eerie...I like it.

Onesilverhand, I enjoy your writing and would like to see more....

Ravenheart

Thank you kind sir. TWO messages in a row! You flatter me. I need very little encouragment, but I love it all the same. Yes, you will get your wish for more... I'm in a "creative purge" state right now.

I also am moved, disturbed, impressed, disturbed, unsettled and did I mention disturbed? by your vivid imagery. I will comment on your pieces individually under each as applies.

Keep writing and of course:rock: