Fables and Revelations

Walking in a waking nightmare, falling into a sea of ice. The tide of grey pulls me inside. Disappearing under the waves, just the body and my mind. The silence is the peace that will numb the mind and the warm pain inside. Crimson red pouring through the fingers, warm rubies falling, dripping on the tiled floors, the pain cut deep inside. For so long the dragon sleeps, away from the nightmare of the waking truth, buried in the treasures of time and space. Buried by memories of laughter and happiness and smiles. A touch, a sight, a fleeting moment was all it took to wake the seeds that strangle the earth, that gathers every breath to bring the long dead to life.

The whiff of the ocean and the touch of soft powered sand, like gentle diamonds gleam beyond me in the while teal blue of the beyond. Her voices soared above the restless sea, pounding with the rhyme of the thunder and reeling in anguish. The siren whispered a her pearl of wisdom, and it rolled and sored and tumbled into the curves of my ear, brushed against the smooth folds of my skin and streamed into my mind. Faith and trust, the stitch that would mend the holes, which would open the seas and bring the fishes to the coasts.