Dreams of Night

 

Dreams of Night

 

By JessicaRae

 

Walking through a darkness with silent, aching heart.

His hands clenched in turmoil o’er what time had torn apart.

 

Who gave fate the audacity to mold and shape a life?

She’d dreamed he was her husband. He’d dreamed she was his wife.

 

But eyes then opened to stillness, and loneliness laughing, bold.

He’s found the blanket bundled up, just something sleep brought him to hold.

 

He tossed it hence with a vengeful snarl, his eyes, they closed in wrath.

Even fate’s cruel hand could not be so wrong as to stand within their path.

 

Oh, but it did, the fiend, so black as death and whispered clawing words of taunt.

“What if” “If only” “Maybe someday” Words as ghosts, his mind, did haunt.

 

He opened brimming eyes to find the room filled with amber light,

It chased away the gloom of dreams, and silenced the burning night.

 

A chance glance upon the rose, still, outlined with gentle grace,

The light within reached out to him, and softly touched his face.

 

Night is a dreamer, tis true, but she plays with hope and fear

And molds a wish from all of the pieces then shatters it with hope’s tears.

 

He rose from his bed with intense dismay, the night’s fear he could not shake.

With quickened steps he made his way to find if Catherine was awake.

 

She sat in darkness, the windowpane a moonlit glow did cast.

The dreams of night had brought her no rest but worries for the current and past.

 

A light sound fell upon her ear, in the direction of the light

She left the warmth of blankets and pillows, she couldn’t sleep any more tonight.

 

She pushed aside the curtains light, her hand was quick upon the latch.

She closed her eyes for a silent wish and she stepped beyond the protective glass.

 

There he stood in regal stance, his dark cloak a welcome view.

She hesitated, for just a moment, not sure what he had come to do.

 

Her slight gown was nothing against the chill, and his was nothing against the fear,

He wondered if he was dreaming still, And she, why he was here?

 

One pace brought him to her side, a step that felt like yards,

Around her his cloak fell in curtains warm, her ear resting on his heart.

 

“You are afraid,” she spoke so softly, “Why?” And she raised her eyes to his.

“Tis true,’ He spoke. “When I close my eyes, that, and darkness, ‘s all there is.”

 

“And why is that?” she asked again, trying to hide her nightmares too.

He whispered, “When I fall asleep, at night, all I can see is you.”

 

She gave him a gentle smile at that, and nodded, “I’m the same, Vincent, too.”

The understanding through their Bond, acknowledged this was true.

 

“Perhaps, I should go,” he offered, shyly, “I just needed to make sure you were here.”

She clung for a moment to the cloaks soft folds, unsure how to make her wish clear.

 

He felt her hesitation in his heart, upon her face his hand was laid,

“What is it you want, dear Catherine?” Oh, the way the words were said!

 

“I need you here, now” she boldly replied, as if he would fade away at the words.

He stood for a moment in the night’s chill air, afraid he had misheard.

 

“Here?” he asked, for clarification, "Now?" His heart, a thundering beat.

She nodded yes, and in the night’s grey hours, much more took place than sleep.

 

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Dedicated to Michaela