Frozen Bliss

I sit here beside him listening to his soft velvety voice, wondering if I am trapped in a silent reverie. His eyes begin to shimmer in the golden twilight of the single burning flame of a lonely candle upon a wooden table. He touches my trembling skin with untarnished hand of many forbidden truths; created by whispering sprites, gently stroking my cheek. Silently I am hoping I never wake up from this enchanting tale. I feel his fingers going through my shiny red hair; my eyes open, he is smiling contentedly. I notice the sudden sparkle in his baby-blue eyes; I now know it is not a dream, but a frozen reality of my forgotten thoughts locked away within my mind lost in a mist of frozen bliss.