Disappearing With the Dew

When the last rays of sun have melted, from an icy winter's sky, and the ground has turned to shadows, the night begins to cry. I come to you in silence, a vague and distant dream, a nightmare of your making, the echo of your screams. The heartbreak of your happiness, soft breath upon your face, the longing of a memory, you never could replace. I slither up beside you, caress your dampened hair, would you stir and find me? Alone again, you wouldn't dare. You smile in solitary sadness, and fight against the tears, frightened by the monsters, unseen by any mirrors. Suddenly, you shiver, wakened by the cold, Crimson parts your burning lips, desire left untold. Morning dances across your soul, the lingering of my perfume your only clue, your dream had been a dream after all, disappearing with the dew.