I've been having dreams lately of a boy. I know, I know--totally cliche, but not what you think. I dream the same dream over and over again. For two weeks. Have any ideas on what it might mean?
"Why won't you come and play?" the teasing voice asks me, and I hear splashing as the river ripples in his wake. He is naked, but the water is muddy from the rain (so don't think I can see anything!)
"Sorry," I told him. "But it looks like..."
Before I can finish speaking, thunder crackles. I can feel the static in the air, and I know that it might very well start a hurricane. It's the season, after all.
He dives back in the water, completely submerged, his features obscured. He comes back up, his light brown hair--with a touch of red--wet and clinging to his forehead and the nape of his neck. His eyes are a sparkling blue, deeper than the muddy-blue water.
Beautiful.
Then, the storm threatens and finally hits.
Lightning cracks before I can move, and strikes the water, not ten feet from him. He shivers at the electric discharge, and stiffens at the lightning shocks him, falling and sinking into the water.
Hesitating, I throw myself into the water tentatively, and feel instinctively for his hand. I grab his foot, and drag him on the way I think is up. But I'm dizzy from the lingering charge of lightning, and the scary thunder is loud and is making it even harder to focus.
I clutch upward, going form his thighs to his torso to his ribs to his hand. "It's okay," I try to whisper, and I gasp as water fills my throat. And then I downward as I try to swim upward, and I see a flash of light from the bottom...wait. I am confused. Oh, Dear God. I've gone the wrong way.
Lightning strikes deep, but not deep enough to end our life quickly, and I gasp, inhaling the water against my will. Oh God, oh God, oh God.
He looks at me with chilling clarity, and I see him mouth the words, water filling his lungs, "I love you." I mouth it back--inhaling more water won't make it any worse, just make it quicker, right?
And then we reach the bottom, slowly sinking as we hit the red clay dirt. And then...we're gone. I feel his heartbeat end, and then, all red, all blue, all black...
I have no idea what it means, but it scares me. Does it mean love? Lost love? Death?
This is really creeping me out.
Silver Moon Poetry
Poetry is what gets lost in translation ~Robert Frost~
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