DD - SpiralDancer

Frozen

Dreams fade with each morning, eluding his grasp.
Fragments teasing the searching tendrils of his mind.
Until, on the edge of consciousness, he sees her.

Just her.

Standing with her back towards him.
And how he wishes he could fall back to sleep.
Run up to her and hold her tight within his arms.
Whisper in her ear,
Words he needs to say, the words she needs to hear.

And then, he wakes,
Shivering in the biting winter cold.
Sweat beading and breaking across his chest,
Arms held out, waiting.

Faint blue contrails of memory race across his vision.
Her face, angular, pale, held there,
Frozen.
Her auburn hair blown half across her perfect face.
Frozen in blue,

For the sweetest moment,

Then gone.
Misting into stark, familiar reality,
Painful and vicious, cruel and empty.

Tears fall upon the dark hollows beneath his tired eyes.
He closes them tight and falls back to the pillow,
And he falls back into the black velvet womb of sleep.
And he dreams, but not of her.

Not until tonight.