Asleep.
Synthetic fingertips walk quietly across a vast an infinite darkness to place words before eyes, and meaning to minds. They scream silently and call to the eyes behind the eyes; the creature within.
You rest.
Rain falling upon your dreams like the dark days of winter, seemingly unending, forever sinking grey fingers into your soul and withering your heart with its whispers.
You scream;
silent and unnoticed by the world around you. Tears fall with no witnesses, hidden by the murk of shadows touch.
Yet you are noticed, and your screams are heard.
A touch from afar, drawn across the world wide web. A stranger's mind brings a smile to your lips. You reach up with your left hand, pulling your hair out of you face to enjoy the moments warmth as if it were the last rays of a dieing sun.
Yet it is not the last, but the first sunrise of many. The sun replaces the rain and the dreams are of Spring. In this, even in your reflection you see beauty once again.
The rain becomes all but a memory.
((January 7, 2011 - Written for a friend and based upon conversations we have had the last few weeks.))
