Link Between Worlds

"Bridging both worlds is no easy task. It requires sharing of minds, something that can't be done yet. I don't think so anyway. Maybe sometime in the future."
"It can, but it's very rare. I guess the closest thing to it is talking. Well, communication."
"True. But the details of both worlds can't be communicated in real-time to allow full-range, full motion."
"But the world of the mind can be imitated in reality?"
"Not in real-time. And even if it can be, reality is still limited. The mind can achieve what is impossible in reality."
"Such is the curse of reality..."

hold on to me love
you know i can't stay long
all i wanted to say was i love you and i'm not afraid
can you hear me?
can you feel me in your arms?

...Silhouette on sand, one, but two; sunset hues painting the sky and sea red and gold. The waves and ocean breeze fill their ears. So much like their dream. He holds her against himself as he has so often before, but this time is different. Her heartbeat, so strong, is now barely there, yet still in unison with his, beating, beating, beating... She was, is, sure that it will never change. He is not. Her mind curled beside/within his, she hears his unspoken questions, so many. The link blazes to life with her simple reply, ~Yes. Always.~

holding my last breath
safe inside myself
are all my thoughts of you
sweet raptured light it ends here tonight

She had so many precious memories. Not all pleasant, but all treasured. She'd not known until it was too late, but even now, she never regretted the hours spent there, even if it had caused her physical self to decay. The first time their dreams had linked, she had hardly believed it. And then, when she did, she'd never wanted to leave. She still felt that way. He'd known. He knows. She knew, knows, that he would always know, the completeness of their linking.
His mind, curled beside/within hers, he sees her self, ever alive. First and foremost, her awareness of him; and then, the musician that is also she, the tune and lyrics that best suited the present, streaming through underneath. He is grateful. Without music, he would not be able to do this. The tune and lyrics are familiar - My Last Breath, by Evanescence. He smiles, though it hurts him. It is a good choice.

i'll miss the winter
a world of fragile things
look for me in the white forest
hiding in a hollow tree (come find me)
i know you hear me
i can taste it in your tears

Different in so many ways, yet similar in so many more. Finally, the tears cannot be held back any longer. First one, then gradually more, the precious droplets fall, dancing, shining, clear crystals of summer rain, promises, laughter, blue skies; his gifts, given freely to only her for her journey.
She, too, has tears to give him. Blood red droplets, swirling, liquid gems of love, pure snows, peace, star-filled nights; her pledge and thanks for his companionship and guidance. The link pulses and strengthens. No one else may access it, for it is theirs only. Such a thing cannot be stolen, forcefully taken or broken. It is forged of something intangible, and yet solid. Neither are sure what; they only know that it is there, and that inside each other and their shared dream, it is safe; they can be what they were not to those in reality, to reveal their innermost selves and know that they will never be hurt by the other.

closing your eyes to disappear
you pray your dreams will leave you here
but still you wake and know the truth
no one's there

Deep purple sky, cooling sand, the first star winks into existence. She closes her eyes; soon, it will be time to go; she will not be returning. She takes in his scent, locks it deep inside herself. Inside here, too, are his voice, his warmth on her skin, his sometimes-troubled eyes, the taste of his tongue and lips. She senses him also doing the same and remembers the first time he had allowed her into his core, the gentleness with which he had touched when she had allowed him into hers. She can feel his intense longing; she can see, running under his awareness of her, the logic that is also he, that knows he cannot go with her. He is bound to reality until his turn comes. They both know that there is no other way.

say goodnight
don't be afraid
calling, calling me as you fade to black

Neither of them knew when the other left. It did not matter. Midnight came, and with it, high tide. Two sets of footprints visible in the dusk, but only one set remained in the moonlight, and even those were gone by dawn, erased by the wind and the waves. It did not matter, that no trace of her presence remained in reality. Because that was what they had sworn, when they had dreamed their shared dream so that it was reality on another plane.
~You can be with me even if we're apart. We always have our dreams. No matter how far apart in the real world we may be, we can always be together in our own world. The real world is only one of many.~