a Curious scene at the End

here is proof:
a shine of light in a darkened room
the creep of shadow upon soft skin
frail cloth dragged slowly across the bare floor

a dream:
sky above is classical blue
her form moves freely through wheat fields that extend
into infinity, that place just beyond sight
a glowing heat rises from the ground
and all around, the murmur of nostalgia

awake:
the eyes opened, reveal a dimmer scene
static edges and a haze of dark
hesitation charges the air

then:
bone upon flesh, reaches through the skin
deep tissue melts beneath the chill
a steady pulse strives and aches, bringing one last rush
the blood taints the pallor so desired
yet the thrill of capture soon arrives
a burst of phosphorus
the ancients sigh

a shadow shudders, the room is empty
flesh is for the earth
yet the soul is for eternity

his hunt complete.
the dream whispers
and dissolves

11/26/08 A. Walczesky