To describe a single thought one cannot merely write it upon a piece of parchment and expect the impressions, ideas, history, and driving force to be fully expressed. To describe a dream it would take a crystal octahedron filled with all the material of thoughts, but with a base line weighted in our heart’s desire. And even then it would be incomplete. But we are base creatures who can never fully realize our deepest desires, so the writing of our dreams can only be found in baser forms. Prose will be the map, the rest is found within.

Recollections ethereal murmur to my wakeless contemplation
All the words I’ve never spoken within all the days I’ve lived
Culminate into a glistening snowflake that lies upon a bed of abandoned seedlings

The souls that I knew are whispers in my one ring spectacle of wretched theatrics
Still and motionless they watch, perceiving me like no others
As I struggle with the small flame held in my hands, as I try to keep my heart alight
Holding onto the words that others had the courage to utter
And I disappoint once more

Never again
I struggle to stifle them all, these recurring hallucinations that appear
On my heart’s horizon faces distort and confuse, the flame sputters
A breath brushes my cheek, begging my eyes to open
Let me cry out once more to see you, just once more
A hand holds out another flame and presses it into the small goblet of digets
I can no longer hear you, can you hear me?
Jewels fall from my mouth as I say what you’ve seen, what you know
Fingers caress my own; I open my hands so I can fill the void I’ve born for too long
Fire falls into petals and thorns

And in the domes of hope the stifled words stir. They yawn and awaken
And listen
I wish…
Above you
I believe…
Above me
I regret…
The distorted visages waver
I pray…
Inside the vaults of eloquent noiselessness
I know…
The words weep
I love…
And melt in fresh joy

So snow becomes rain and falls
Upon a clarity of faces turned upwards in a red rose’s bejeweled smile.

Eibhlin sighed in her sleep. Rolling onto her back, her dreams shifted, the visage by her door yet unheeded.