These dreams, dark and dangerous... We walked through the marshes, following lights, beckoning us. Sweet sounds surrounded us, like soft singing. You smiled at me. I know you. I thought. Yes, you said, answering my thoughts, you know me. Your voice was warm, melodious. Beautiful. Unearthly. I reached out to touch you, only to touch nothing. I wake, longing for you. Every night. I watch the little lights, dancing outside my window, beckoning me. They are not you, but they are here for me.