She moved through my dreams in the silver slippers of moonlight. I shivered. It seemed as though something had touched me. I could hear the early morning mist slip off the slumbering streets...my bones shuddered and I longed in those lucid moments for warmth.

Did you breath? I felt a soft air cross my cheeks as I struggled against the frostiness cast by being in the limbo between sleeping and waking. Touch me! Touch me! make me come alive again, don't let me drift into cold darkness.

Sunlight drove hard through the window and fell on my cheek...is it your kiss I wondered?

Struggling through the cold of dying sleep, I wake, gasping, reaching for you. You are not there.

The dream was better than the waking...your spirit met me there and warmth brushed my spirits need to find you.