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.