I dream of rain.......

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"I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die
And near the flames
The shadows play in the shape of the mans desire

This desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

And now she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothings as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of hidden hearts and souls
This desert flower
This rare perfurme is the sweet intoxication of love"

The Bridge

Sometimes....I do not know where else to go....and so I find myself at the last place I saw you....at the bridge.
I know you are not there.
I know I cannot follow you from there.
But it is the last place where I know you were, the total "you" that I knew.
I can talk to you there and its easier to believe that you might actually be hearing me.
I suppose I hold  a secret hope way down deep inside that I will hear you again from there.
But I don't tell that to anyone.
Its not that I have to be there, exactly, to talk to you.  I talk to you all the time, many times during the night, and day too if I happen to be awake, and I do believe you can hear me, even if Ysera's magic prevents you from answering, or I should say, answering in a way that I can understand, on this side of the bridge as I am.

I have stood with my hand upon the stone....your stone....so often.
I have stood there, contemplating. 
It is forbidden to cross the bridge....of our own free will, that is....without Ysera or one of her spawn dragons coming for us.  That is written in the very first volume of the Elune's Words.  How, if one does, one loses everything....including the hope of ever being together again with those who have crossed.  And, there is so much yet to be done here, for the Kaldorei on this side.  I know I cannot forsake them and put only my wishes in front of everything else.
And so I stand there, contemplating.....but never moving forward. 
The bridge goes on for eons and eons, up into the very clouds themselves, and its end cannot be seen.  It seems to wind its way up and up into nowhere, but of course we all know that it goes to the Emerald Dream. 
And I would try it, but no one has ever returned to cross back over the bridge from the Dream to us. 
We are left to imagine and stake our faith on the Words of Elune, not really knowing, just hoping.
Hoping that the stories are true, that one day we all will cross the bridge and again find those who Ysera has claimed.

It is often near sunset when I come.  That seems to be the time that I need to hear from you, or at least talk to you.
I wake early, and slip out of the Temple alone without the fae guard and before the dark has fully developed, its power spread among the people to bring them out of their day slumbers to another night of making this land of Willowmere our home.  The work is progressing well as we adapt to the trees themselves for our survival, our homes, and soon I will need to approach the Queen in person and make our presence known officially, even though the fae have told me that it is already strongly suspected that our magic is once again alive and working here.  Truly, I do not anticipate friction, but nevertheless, I want to have the people well entrenched within the forest, the warriors at the ready, just in case we need a show of force.  This is our last stand, our last chance, here in the land of our ancestors, and if we cannot replenish our souls here, I do not have any answers as to where we can, so it is imperative that we make the supreme effort, in any way we have to. 

These are the times that I wish you were here. 
I need your counsel, I need your wisdom.
I simply need you....your arms about me as we watch the sunset and welcome the night.
So I come to where you were last upon this earth.
And I ache for you in the silence that you keep, the words you cannot say and I cannot hear, from beyond the bridge.
I stay until the sun has gone completely below the level of the horizon and I thank Elune for the beauty of the sunset and the night and I wonder how much more glorious it is on your side, from where you are now, from how you see it.
And I tell Elune how I cannot wait to be called to the bridge and bade cross it....and see you once again.
But there is silence.
And I know the time is not now, not yet.

I miss you, Mal.
We all miss you.
And there has not yet been a druid ordained within our ranks who can compare with your skill, your knowledge.
You are legendary among the Kaldorei.
Even your very name, Malfurion Stormrage, is spoken in reverence, as if the name itself had power it could confer upon the one who spoke it. 
But I never speak your name in a crowd.  I never call upon you for your power in quite that way.
I am leader now and I cannot show a doubt, a weakness, a tentativeness by calling upon you for help in such a public way.
I must be strong enough on my own to show the Kaldorei that we can continue, that I think we all will survive and do so because of who we are now....and who we are yet to be.
Not who we were.
But to you alone, when I stand at the bridge and speak to you, I say to you.....
....I love you still.
And I sing your name to the Wind with all the love in my heart reflected in My Voice so that She carries it to your ears, to your heart, even as deeply within the Emerald Dream as you are now......
....and so that you will hear me.