| The L o c k e d Dream through the clutches of time i slip behind the blindness overtakes the seemingly perfect surroundings a melody plays softly at first then with increasing pace drumming louder and louder and i spin through the filmy haze i see a shadow of what? me. who i am. who i am yet to be? the figure approaches with slow, gentle steps the child-like grace amazes me the simplicity, the loving features this creature is not from my world she extends her hand and offers me a box carved, oddly shaped and l o c k e d "well what is in this l o c k e d box?" i inquire she looks up through perfect lashes and i marvel at the transient blue of her eyes "well, its your heart." she replies matter-of-factly gingerly, i take this box it's odd shape, carved...and of course l o c k e d i clutch it to my chest and sigh "keep ahold of your heart, but don't let the fear overtake." the young girl says wisely. "fear will overshadow even the greatest of loves." i nod dumbly at the apparition as she turns and disappears i awake, and find myself clutching a i r |