She awakes, <br />Like one coming to the surface, <br />Gasping for air. <br />Her eyes flutter open. <br />He is there, holding her. <br />-Nemesis, a voice within her whispers. <br />But no: he is Nemesis no longer.- <br />She forces that tiny voice away, <br />Looks at her rescuer. <br />They hold each other, in the darkness, <br />Together again at last. <br /> <br />Nightmare- <br />The night rushes in, dark and cold. <br />She remembers her eternity, <br />Waking dead. <br />Tears spring to her eyes. <br />He wipes them away, <br />Whispers into her ear: <br />“Do not think of them. <br />They are past, <br />Over. <br />They have no grip, anymore. <br />Forget them.” <br /> <br />Sobs wrack her body. <br />Through the tears, she speaks: <br />“I wanted to drink you. <br />Death.” <br /> <br />He shakes his head. <br />“Forget your past desires: <br />I have.” <br /> <br />She smiles, tearfully, <br />And holds him, <br />In the silence, <br />Reunited with her redeemer.<br /><br />James Grengs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/19-reunion/
