Write to me.

"Write to me." You said as we parted, the words spilling out of your teeth bitten lips. Your spindling fingers twisted and curled up into your palm spinning yourself a web until as I sat there, frozen and wide eyed, I at last mentally made a thousand wordless notes. Feelings ran through fingertips I could not exert onto paper. I dreamt you up then, a grey grizzly mist swirling full of sparkles; you embodied, stomping forth with its feet. And I saw you through the door and the endless hallways of curving mazes pushing you forward. I dreamt you met dragons on cornerstones and middles of the street. I saw them breath their fire over you, tasteless hot fuel that fell into particles as it covered you. I dreamt you met the wise men, the hopeless ones, i dreamt you spoke as clear as crystal and i dreamt you ran into retreat.  I got lost clueless in our endless spiderwebs as they caught me from the neck.And in one way at an hour I saw you run away into the light. Endless, your feet, jumping. I let the web devour me as you let out your happy cry. And there was joy, joy, your bright light.