She had fought hard against the waves, but to no avail. Her body floated atop the sea; bone weary, battered and bruised. Her night dress clung to her beaten form, the cotton transparent as the sea swallowed its fibres. Her heart ached in the solitude of her surroundings as the water drowned out her cries. Her tears dissolving in their watery grave, lost forever, sinking with her heart. Her body was now a lifeless form, weightless and forgotten. She called for her, whispered her name over and over, closer than she had ever been, an eternity still between.
Dreams escaping through windows in the light of day, though we chase their tails into the sky. They evade our touch as they dissipate amongst the clouds out of reach. If we are lucky perhaps the rains will fall, weighting those dreams back down to earth for us to hold in our hands. But if the rain fails and the clouds perish, leaving only a blue empyrean above, those dreams will still reunite. We will find them between the stars the next night as we wander in the spaces hidden in the farthest corners of our mind.
You were in my dream last night. I awoke with a smile on my face, so there was no doubt it was you.
I can’t recall the last time I saw you, face to face. I’ve tried and I’ve tried but it’s beyond my reach. So it must have been a long time ago. I can’t even remember the last time I thought of you, the last time I remembered a memory of you. I had almost forgotten you and what you meant to me. But as morning turns to day turns to night, I desperately grasp at that dream.
The beast howled at the door, a wooden barricade no match for the frenzy it threw from its parted lips. They shrank to the farthest corner, huddling from the nightmare into the arms of each other. The night drew on, seemingly unending under the torment of the thing outside. As a shriek broke from the house, just as they could take no more, silence fell. But the beast remained. A monster lurking in the darkness of the shadows, disguised by the unlit space. Only its breathing betrayed it. Sharp shallow intakes, a staccato song; a lullaby of nightmares.
The warmth of the evening ebbed away, the flowers dipping their heads as sleep overcame them. The trees fell silent, their whispered leaves still and calm. A darkness slowly descended; the cosy comfort of night wrapping the world in sweet slumber. The night enveloped the world in a cocoon of sweet dreams, safe from the stuff of nightmares. Occasionally, a gentle breeze stirred, tenderly caressing the earth and kissing all that it touched. With the dawning of daybreak, the world will rise from its rest with the sweetest of smiles, the day welcoming the soft babble of leaves once more.
The Island of Lost Things exists in the space between sleep and awake, where dreams hover just out of reach. Littered with the hopes and aspirations of every person that ever was, to explore the island one has to tread carefully. Every inch is home to something that someone has lost sometime in their lives. The most valuable lost item that can be found, though well hidden and therefore very hard to find, are the lost marbles. If you should find these rare gems, more precious than gold, treat then kindly. They are the anchor of us, our very essence.
With the last papery breath of time, she blew a wish. It settled for an eternity on the dewy grass as the day slumbered. The sun peeked through the trees, a lazy show of daybreak that kissed the gentle air. The earth slept in a peaceful slumber, unshattered by her presence as she plucked wild flowers from the grassy embankment. They shed tears as she snapped them at the stalk, dewy drops spreading on her cotton dress and mingling with her own. Her dress weighted heavy now, soaked in a sorrow that not even time could take away.