Was it Once Upon a Time?

She dreamed him.

Forever, she dreamt of him;

Remembering.

A tangible force calling to her;

She could hear the almost-sound of his voice,

Pulling toward her from somewhere,

Some-when.

He was never quite close enough to hear,

But always she listened.

In her darkest darkness,

He was the warm ember waiting

To ignite

And engulf her;

Rebirth her like a phoenix.

As if waking from a dream,

- A warm, sensual dream just before

Stark white consciousness

Washes the warmth away,

And a split-second after the dream fades -

This was how he called to her.

A smoldering red promise sent

From his soul to hers;

Comfort

And hope

Were coming.

It was a call to wait for it.

Wait for him! And she did.

Not knowing where or when he existed

Or even who he was;

She waited,

Because she remembered him.