Friday, February 18, 2011

Waking from the dream

The leaves fell and time stood still. Cool air rushed in scattering the traces of yesterday. One heartbeat, then two. Not in sync, but together. Tears stinging at the corners of my eyes. Blindly grasping at the wispy mists of a dream. Fading, falling into the sliver of time between dreams and dawn. A whisper. A promise. Fragments of something - of someone, familiar.