...here, in my dream

it is dark
night
black
except for the soft glow
of moonlight
from a tiny
waning
sliver
of la luna
tonight
here,
in my dream

it is quiet
still
sacred
except for the soft
whispers
of
nocturnal
life
moving
about as
they are wont
to do,
as they
always do
every night,
here,
in my dream

there is a silver pool
rippling
misty
except for the dancing
blue
fire
that burns
continuously
on its mirrored
surface,
noiseless
but calling
to me
here,
in my dream

What a curious thing, this still blue fire, it burns and burns and yet it is shrouded in mist, that is never consumed.
This fire, it burns as if lit from below, but yet...
It doesn't make sense, but it is so, so beautiful, how it sparkles, and shimmers, and dances on the silver pool.
Look, can you see it?
The water, it looks like mercury, like a liquid mirror.
I want to see it up close, to feel it, to touch it.
And...listen!
It's calling me, can't you hear it?
It's calling me, not with a voice that I can actually hear but with a voice that I can feel.
"Come closer, come closer," it says.
"All that you desire is here, within me.
Everything is here, everything, everything, everything..."
It is so beautiful, how it sparkles, and shimmers, and dances...
I can't look away.
I can't stop myself.
I don't want to.

it is cool
cold
damp
except for the
hot space in my chest
that gets warmer and warmer
as my heart beats faster
and I slowly step
ever closer
closer
closer
to the edge...