darkness whispers and night groans softly with the voices of ghosts. They
sigh with memories long dead, though they refuse to forget. Eternal as
death, and love, they reach with cold fingers through empty air. With the
long reach of hope, the spirits wander dreams and carry out the long gone
desires of life.
so she comes, haunting dreams where she still finds welcome, and the
safety of night, where the cares and frustrations of his day can't bar her
way to his side. Her soul knows him and finds him on this night, a night
of power, the All Hallowed Night. Here, amongst the dreaming memories they
share, she builds new ones among a time only she knows, in death knowing
nothing of the changes since her passing. With new remembered kisses she
haunts him, though she knows it not. To the eyes of her spirit, all is as
it ever was, and he is hers, as she was his, once upon a sunny day far
from the mists of night and Halloween shadows.
in the darkness, he feels her touch as a strange chill, and a stray
thought of hungry kisses once tasted. Trails of icy tingling tell the tale
of her soul fingers reaching him, stroking the shoulder she remembers,
seeking the embrace she once knew. Tickled by spiderwebs he can't see, he
feels the fall of silken hair upon his skin, and searches the darkness for
its source. "I'm here," she says in his ear, in his mind. He
wonders at the bare whisper in his head that reminds him of a voice he can
only remember in the fading voice of a passing dream. Yet warmth comes to
him, from somewhere inside, and he remembers her face, and the the taste
of her lips. His fingers close on wisps of nothing, but in the shadows
between them she smiles and takes his hands. Stepping closer to his dream,
a face in his mind comes closer, eyes well-known taking shape before his.
She feels his hand upon her cheek crossing the void. She feels his warmth
and passes it back within his spirit where she lives as hope and a memory
that fails to fade.
bond grows, the ghost grows stronger. The night dew seems warmer upon his
throat, where her kisses live and seek him still. The mists that wrap him
'round seem somehow more solid, and drift in curves his body knows. the
deadly chill recedes, replaced by heat. Heat all over, tasting his skin
from head to toe. She hungers now and feasts upon him. He feels her touch,
her lips, her memories upon his skin. A moment of wonder disappears into a
shape within his arms. His soul remembers what logic does not, and she is
his once more, and ever, wrapped in his embrace. Warm in his arms and
under his lips, entwined with his legs, and his dreams, he holds her
close. She presses tightly to him, seeking the response of his body and
his breath. Her breath is a passing breeze, an echo of the wind. But the
Halloween wind is changeable and powerful. It seems to rise and fall with
their touch and kiss, a reflection of passion, or its howling ghost.
or soul, dream or memory, the crossroads of time bring them together. As
his body arches into hers and she surrounds him with all she is and was,
he doesn't wonder if it matters. It just is.