They sat, barely touching. The fire crackled softly in front of them. It was cold, but they didn’t feel it. The night sky was full of stars, brightly shining down upon the two. Their soft voices mingled with the slight breeze, wafting upwards among the trees.
They smiled, laughing softly. The night was quiet, beautiful. It was just the two of them. Hands would touch, then flutter away like birds newly learning to fly. The little puffs of mist when they breathed, entwined like lovers.
The white snow glistened in the moonlight. Sparkling like a spread of precious gems laid out before them. The small creatures that would normally be heard scuttling in the bushes, even they were quiet this night.
Soft cloth enfolding them in its fibers. Making two seem as one. They exchanged ideas, words flowed freely between the two. They spoke of faraway lands, of people known and cared about. Each so different from the other, yet each the same.
With each word, each idea, each story they grew closer. The found that even though they lived much different lives, they were still the same inside. They were dreamers.
7 thoughts on “The Dreamers”
Beautiful! That’s how it is, we’re dreamers!
Thank you! It is as close to poetry as I will get. Although the DPchallenge this week is to go out of your comfort zone and write something you wouldn’t normally write. So I’m afraid you might see some really bad poetry here! 🙂
And yes we are dreamers!
Didn’t only like it, Love it! Very poetic
Thank you! appreciate it!
This is like a wonderful, large painting, except it reaches all 5 senses, not just the visual. I love the pace, the spacing, the atmosphere that carefully unfolds, full of soft words and delicate details. You feel for the two dreamers, and wish them well.
Thank you! I treasure you’re input. You have made me smile
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