The Magician's Dream

I hope you dream of me tonight. The night, this particular night, whispers silver words through the spark of the Moon in a glass of crystal illusions. Salted rain brings drops of uncertainty and fear of losing to the glass. They swim across the illusions creating a shadow that prevent anyone from seeing the Moon through it. Every drop looks exactly the same, there’s no human possibility of differentiate one drop from another. In this glass uncertainty and illusions look exactly the same. But there’s still hope if one of the magicians who live in the land of EXIST would be kind enough to bring another, and bigger, glass in which drops made of uncertainty evaporate without leaving any traces… or he could also prepare a potion that has the same effect. The magician is now sleeping though the Moon is staring at him with lust and dreamful eyes, but, somehow he feels the Energy. It runs through his body making him shiver as it draws a woman by his side, a woman he knows. She’s sleeping, as he is, although he doesn’t know that. Her skin is so crystal he is afraid of touching. The magician wakes up all of a sudden and draws a picture of his dream with silver ink, just in case he might forget. The ink turns into silver dust, it flies and ends up in the glass… uncertainty evaporates and illusion shines silvery bright. The magician feels the shine and dreams again; the woman is awake now, crystal illusions turn into silver, silver turns into a big mirror and the reflection becomes pure magic as the night keeps on whispering silver words that remind me of you. And I know you’re dreaming of me tonight.

"... so hold me, until it sleeps..."