She sits there, forlorn and tired. Her chin rests on her knees as she hugs herself to block the chill off. The moon throws its eerie, silvery glow over the world below. A distant hoot of a barn owl or a howl from some stray dog breaks the icy silence. She gazes somewhere far, not knowing herself the destination unknown.
She thinks about him and an affectionate sigh escapes her lips as she shifts her position. There he stands…that captivating smile playing on his handsome face, reaching his eyes and making them dance.
He moves towards her with gait like a feather floating in air and reaches her softly.
“What’s bothering you today?” he whispers as he floats down beside her. She looks away, her hair making a veil of black silk over her face.
“The dream…” not looking at him, she says in a small voice.
He laces her fingers with hers and softly presses her hand. Surprised he is at the coldness of the small hand in his. He rubs it, glowing warmth spreads through her. That even melted the ice of her eyes causing the water to trace her cheeks.
“The dream again.” Says he.
“He never comments on the dream, never unfolds its mystery to me? Why it haunts me so?! Why am I so alone in it when he is always within thoughts reach…?”
She thinks as her eyes searches the answers on his radiant face. His lips brushes against the back of her hand, his touch like a cool breeze flowing through the leaves, making them dance ever so lightly.
She smiles then; his presence always has such effect on her. He notices the calmness spread over her so steers her towards her room. The graceful fingers tuck her in and he sits there, holding her hand until she lulls to sleep, looking in those dreamy eyes.
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She thinks about him and an affectionate sigh escapes her lips as she shifts her position. There he stands…that captivating smile playing on his handsome face, reaching his eyes and making them dance.
He moves towards her with gait like a feather floating in air and reaches her softly.
“What’s bothering you today?” he whispers as he floats down beside her. She looks away, her hair making a veil of black silk over her face.
“The dream…” not looking at him, she says in a small voice.
He laces her fingers with hers and softly presses her hand. Surprised he is at the coldness of the small hand in his. He rubs it, glowing warmth spreads through her. That even melted the ice of her eyes causing the water to trace her cheeks.
“The dream again.” Says he.
“He never comments on the dream, never unfolds its mystery to me? Why it haunts me so?! Why am I so alone in it when he is always within thoughts reach…?”
She thinks as her eyes searches the answers on his radiant face. His lips brushes against the back of her hand, his touch like a cool breeze flowing through the leaves, making them dance ever so lightly.
She smiles then; his presence always has such effect on her. He notices the calmness spread over her so steers her towards her room. The graceful fingers tuck her in and he sits there, holding her hand until she lulls to sleep, looking in those dreamy eyes.
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She stands there all alone, scared and panting as is she has run miles and miles. A heart-stopping growl makes her realize that she is being surrounded by wolves…blood-thirsty, cold-blooded and lusty wolves, who looks at her with drooling mouths. She backs away, tries to save herself but stumbles and falls down. Closing around her are wolves and stranded she is alone…
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She wakes up all sweaty and out of breath. Her heart thumping wildly as if was trying to break the cage of ribs. She looks around but couldn’t find him.
“Why this dream haunts me so much?!” sobs she.
“Why are these wolves always clambering around me? Looking at me so lustfully… why am I so alone in it? Why isn’t there somebody to help me out? Is it how the send would be like? Would I be taken by the wolves…tear me apart, would they?”
“So many questions, Lord! So many! For answers I search, I crave…” she sobs in her hands.
His touch spreads ripples through her, just as a stone thrown in still water, those ripples which spread further and further until disappearing. He says nothing, just holds her tight. Her answers still blowing in the wind, the questions echoing in her ears…she buries her face in his chest and feels safe there, in the protection of his arms.
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This world is clustering and overflowing with wolves un-leashed. All lusty and barbaric. Woman’s respect has shrunk to merely desires and lust. This is the dream that irks her so much, she being all alone in this world with “wolves” around her.“Why this dream haunts me so much?!” sobs she.
“Why are these wolves always clambering around me? Looking at me so lustfully… why am I so alone in it? Why isn’t there somebody to help me out? Is it how the send would be like? Would I be taken by the wolves…tear me apart, would they?”
“So many questions, Lord! So many! For answers I search, I crave…” she sobs in her hands.
His touch spreads ripples through her, just as a stone thrown in still water, those ripples which spread further and further until disappearing. He says nothing, just holds her tight. Her answers still blowing in the wind, the questions echoing in her ears…she buries her face in his chest and feels safe there, in the protection of his arms.
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She takes refuge in her imagination where she is loves, truly and respectfully. Where he holds her tightly when she is scared, suffocated and torn. Listens to her passionately and calmly when she is all down…where she is not looked at with lustful eyes, drooling mouths.
These imaginations, visions and illusions sometimes form shape, reality. And this reality keeps the world struggling on, gives many a people a reason to live, breath, smile and to look forward to a new day, to the crisp sun to glimpse over the horizon and…to feel the warmth.
