Dreamer Penultima
When she lays her head down to sleep, she dreams.
She dreams of a stretch of sand melting into the blue of the sea. A small pier extends its wooden
limbs over the shoreline. This is where she finds herself standing; fingers poised partly inside her
mouth; she blows. The single note rings clear; towering and overwhelming the content sighs of
the waves. But no one hears.
She dreams of a garden of flowers with colors unnamed by mortal tongue. Rich soil dipping
under the waters; a treasure guarded by walls of water on every side. The waterfall raged on
around her, and she dreams she can see him running to her.
She dreams of opening her eyes and seeing that beautiful face; graced by a radiant smile. His
eyes were born of the ocean's blue itself; and his hair like golden sand soft like silk in her hands.
She dreams of the way he holds her; how tenderly his battle-worn arms encircle her, and the
scent of his skin; the way the sea smelled; a thousand lives and a hundred years said without
words in his presence alone.
She dreams it so well that the color of his skin is perfectly etched before her; like reality smiling
back at her through a glass window.
She dreams of dancing on the water, feet light and hands as graceful as the water itself, spouting
grace and inviting the Calm in its sweeping gestures. She dreams of the lights encircling her;
finding the way out. The lights, the dances, the battles; they found their way out; and he found his
way in. She dreams of him watching her dance, and smile because he knows it is his last.
She dreams of tears in a world that existed no more; of ghostly arms wrapped around her and
promises whispered again in her ear. She dreams of everything she has left behind; everyone
who has left her behind.
She dreams of seeing him cutting the waves to that distant shoreline. And she dreams of standing
upon the pier, whistling, waiting, dreaming.
She dreams of finding him again.
I just HAD to write it. A moment of inspiration took over when I was slouching in front of my computer drooling over Tidus(drool). It was hard for Yuna to let him go; and her dreams may have gone where reality left behind; an unreal continuation of her 'dreaming'. After all, Tidus is a dream.