DD - SpiralDancer

Frozen - A Foreword

When I posted Frozen up onto my site, I could not have guessed at what would follow. Both Anaildubh and Thanatos sent me texts that explored Frozen further than I had planned. It seems only fair to put all three Frozen texts here for completeness. There is a four that I wrote and had online for a while but when my drive failed, I lost it! :o( If anyone has it knocking about, please let me know. Thanks.

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.

Frozen Part II - A Continuation

Nighttime...
The cruelest part of the day.
Because when she slips into his dreams,
She can see him-
For a moment.

Then he's gone.

Somehow...
He always gets away.
He's never there for more than a moment...
Almost, it seems, on purpose.

She cries...
Wishing he would come back...
Wanting him so...

Wishing he would come to her
And hold her close
Whisper to her
All the words that she needs to hear
And he needs to say
Wanting him...
Desperately...

But he's gone now.
No use crying...
After all, there's another dream...
Tonight...

Frozen Part III - The Final Memory

he awakens to find a body soaked in sweat
she is not to be seen
he glances around
finds paintings of her
empty canvases
filled with concept

she is alone
seeking shelter
fearing the night
for he is gone
a faint wisp of wind
carrying him away

he fears the day
for it brings life
light
he wishes to die
for he wishes her
dolor consumes him

she senses his depression
can do nothing
screams
pierces the chill imaginary air

plants the blade into his abdomen
feels nothing
hears faint calls into the night
from across realities
realises his action
becomes nothing

she feels his presence sailing away
looks upon herself
is fading
her mind slips out of sync

she awakens to find a body soaked in sweat