No Stranger In Your Dreams
He’d been led to this place by a voice in his heart that called to him from his dreams. The summer sun shone through the green leaves of this magical place, painting his face with warmth. He sank to his knees and listened, listened for that soft, still voice that seemed to call to him across oceans.
“Come here, boy,” she spoke to him, and the soft tones of her voice filled his heart with longing for her. He closed his eyes and he could almost see her, almost feel her, close to him. So close to him here.
This place had a tranquil magic to it, an unreality that flooded his senses with peace. The world felt thin here, as if he only had to reach out his hand and push and the walls of reality would come tumbling down around him.
“I know that my face is only too familiar to your sleep,” she whispered, and he couldn’t deny it. For as long as he could remember he’d dreamed of her, this mysterious woman from so far away. This love he’d never known.
“Why are you taking so long?” she asked him, and his eyes welled up with tears. Why wasn’t he with her? He knew with all of his heart they were meant to be together. Yet he hesitated still, afraid to leave this life behind. Afraid to start a new life with her. Afraid that her dream of him wouldn’t match the reality. She saw a man, where he knew there was only a boy.
Besides, they’d never met, they were just strangers, really.
Her voice replied to his unspoken fears, and he couldn’t deny the truth in them any longer.
“You know I’m no stranger in your dreams.”