whispers in the Storm
The nightmare truley began when I realized that I was no longer dreaming. The storm had tossed the small family boat and we were all cast adrift. The rolling seas and roaring wind battered my senses, as my lungs fought aginst the briny water that tried to assault them. My eyes burning I searched around, and found the smaller pieces floating close, but the larger piece was drifting away. As I watched, stunned into inactation, I saw that there was a dark island, becconing the larger piece, and that it was drifting to it. The boat was nearby and I finaly managed to get myself and the smaller pieces aboard, but the larger piece was further away, drifting faster. Fighting the sea and the storm, I raced to reach it. Somehow I managed to catch hold of it, and it let me pull it back aboard. The seas continue to pound and the wind still howls, yet the pieces are begining to fit together again. The storm had calmed then grew rougher in a seemling unending cycle, but that which once was whole, is mending. Yet if I close my eyes, and listen to the wind, I can still hear the whisper call of the dark island, and I can see the larger piece turning ever so slightly, and a wistfulness flash crosses it's expression. Love and Pain, Understanding and anger, the storm rages on...