This is a one shot fic. I was brooding when I wrote this. For give a poor sap…
Disclamer: I don't own Sandman or any of his characters; so don't sue. I have no money it wouldn't be worth it.
As long as we dream you shall live
They told me he was dead, that there was nothing left of him but shattered memories and broken dreams...but in the realm of the dreaming anything can happen, right? So he will come back. He hast to...I love him. Every night when my head lies on my pillow I can hear his voice whisper in my ear talking of things that could never be.
Quietly the rain hits the window outside my room. I sit up from my bed and cry, trying to grasp any memory of the life he showed me, the life we could have had. My hand flies to my face as if to hide my tears from the world. He was so wonderful...they had to be wrong he wasn't gone...he couldn't be.
He was always there, a flicker on the edge of my vision, a sound no one but I could here. Whenever I would enter a dark room, there, a twirl of his cape would dance in front of my face just out of reach. At night when my eyes would finally close and breathing would slow, there would be his eyes boring into my soul.
I remember how we danced in rain drops, when the moon rose above the lily covered lake, and how in sweet silence we watched as the grass grew in the meadow of Fiddler's Green. How gently his fingers curved around my hand, and how much he seemed too long to just be…if only for a few moments.
I also remember how dark he used to get. He would brood for days on end. Not speaking in a haunting silence that would linger long past his moods. His temper was one of hot coals and his tongue could cleave a heart in two. But, if I could see him just one more time; I would take one of those moods. I could bare a thousand nightmares, eternal waking, and I would walk barefoot through hell, if only I could bring him back. How could fate be so cruel as to tear our loves first blossom?
I can no longer bare the pain of him not being there. I will dream of him, and in this fashion he shall always rule on. In my corner of the world of Dream; he will be king again. If only for a night.
Disclamer: I don't own Sandman or any of his characters; so don't sue. I have no money it wouldn't be worth it.
As long as we dream you shall live
They told me he was dead, that there was nothing left of him but shattered memories and broken dreams...but in the realm of the dreaming anything can happen, right? So he will come back. He hast to...I love him. Every night when my head lies on my pillow I can hear his voice whisper in my ear talking of things that could never be.
Quietly the rain hits the window outside my room. I sit up from my bed and cry, trying to grasp any memory of the life he showed me, the life we could have had. My hand flies to my face as if to hide my tears from the world. He was so wonderful...they had to be wrong he wasn't gone...he couldn't be.
He was always there, a flicker on the edge of my vision, a sound no one but I could here. Whenever I would enter a dark room, there, a twirl of his cape would dance in front of my face just out of reach. At night when my eyes would finally close and breathing would slow, there would be his eyes boring into my soul.
I remember how we danced in rain drops, when the moon rose above the lily covered lake, and how in sweet silence we watched as the grass grew in the meadow of Fiddler's Green. How gently his fingers curved around my hand, and how much he seemed too long to just be…if only for a few moments.
I also remember how dark he used to get. He would brood for days on end. Not speaking in a haunting silence that would linger long past his moods. His temper was one of hot coals and his tongue could cleave a heart in two. But, if I could see him just one more time; I would take one of those moods. I could bare a thousand nightmares, eternal waking, and I would walk barefoot through hell, if only I could bring him back. How could fate be so cruel as to tear our loves first blossom?
I can no longer bare the pain of him not being there. I will dream of him, and in this fashion he shall always rule on. In my corner of the world of Dream; he will be king again. If only for a night.
