In the romance
of a riverside retreat.
A marriage of moonlight
and snow filled the sky.
I watched a silhouette,
carefully placing shadows
under the streetlight,
and I knew in a heartbeat
that I must have been dreaming.
Reality could never be
so mesmerising.
You washed into my dreams,
like the most beautiful wave,
pulling apart the visions
that once sat in place,
manipulating the sky and trees,
separating the clouds apart,
allowing the moon
to shine down on me.
You took the grim city,
recreated it
in your own playful image,
made it sparkle with dashes of art.
Everything dazzled, creating
a scene so pretty it stole my heart.
With the beautiful
world at my feet,
I stood, letting
the emotions flood
through my arteries
like sweetened blood.
Across the bridge
that spanned the frozen waters,
I ran, to get closer to you.
An angel amongst us.
I ran to be a part
of this grand story,
the gleeful moonlight
winked
as if this was all
part of her masterplan.
The streetlight flickered,
strobe lighting,
showing the swish of your hair,
a flourish in the winter air.
I saw the irises of your eyes,
pulling me closer. I felt elated.
A high that made my heart
soar through the sky. Elevated
my heart rate
until the sound of its primal drumbeat
was all I could hear.
As I walked near, you turned to me,
whispered in my ear, said "dream of me"
Then vanished.
A puff of smoke drifting
into the atmosphere.
The chill cold stroked my chin,
I could feel icicles forming
from happy tears that started flowing.
The sky resumed snowing.
As the cold bit away at my hands
I realised I hadn't been
dreaming after all.
This was reality and the snow
continued to fall.
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Kyle
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