A Dream of Prince Charming

You know those dreams that feel as if your actualy IN them? Whereas for some people those type of dreams are rare and far between...that seems to be the only kind of dream I ever have! Anyway, one of these dreams really stood out to me... There are 2 things you have to understand about this dream: 1st is that I have exema on my hands, and at that time it had gotten to the point that my hands were cracked and bleeding; also, I had frequently been thinking of my 'Prince Charming'... The next day I couldn't wait to write about it... and I did:

Hand in Once Mangled Hand

A pair of strong, kind hands
With scars running across the surface.
1 runs from the back of his left
To the tip of his pointer finger.
Angry and red with a distinct look as though it pained him still,
Though 'tis long healed!
Yet another, smaller one goes straight
Through his palm from 1 side to the other.
This one seems a hole through his very soul…
Many white scars stretch across his fingers like whips
Make across a man’s bare back!His right has faired no better,
Being just as warped as the other… if not worse!
For, these have a more sinister like appearance
In that 1 has even taken with it a small chunk of skin from his palm;
Also, it seems his finger nails have been
Ripped off with a razor and have yet to grow back…
Yet another pair of hands, smaller and paler in comparison,
Come into the scene…
These ladylike hands reach out
To his and take the scarred hands in theirs…
Bringing them slowly up to their owner’s lips,
Where the lady places a tender kiss
Upon the scar which seemed a whole in his soul…
And, with this kiss and her love, filled that gap!
Small kisses placed along each individual scar,
As the beautiful lady looked into his eyes
He reaches out to claim a kiss from
Not only her hands, but her lips as well!
In these moments all his fears, pains, and nightmares dissipated.
And hand in once-mangled hand,
They walked together into the embrace of the moonlight!
Together for eternity!!!!

Dreaming of Prince Charming
Or… not quite!

A young innocent girl lets her dream fly one night,
And as it begins to form beneath
Her closed eyelids, it brings with it the face of a young man
And her lashes flutter even in her sleep!
He is only slightly older than her and
Has dark brown curls with matching skin
As well as dark golden-brown eyes so deep
They swallowed her up and let her see into his very soul!
A strong jaw and wide shoulders
As well as a promise of muscle in his arms
Which, all in all, gave him a strong
Yet approachable presence!
As though she could:
Lean on him for anything she needed;
Talk to him like a friend;
And as though he could protect her from all harm!
And as she looked into his chocolate eyes
She felt as though she were the most
Important thing in the world to him…
Then his hands came into her view,
And the shock was so much that all
She could see were his hands.
For they had been torn and mangled
To an extreme…scars running
Across them in a web!
Reaching out to touch his hands,
(It was only shear force of will that kept her from waking
As one ordinarily did at the crucial point of a dream,
Yes, clung to this dream in hope of touching his hands)
Slowly, slowly, she reached out
And when she touches his hands
She smiles!
She looks in his eyes and places a kiss on 1 of his scars…
THEN… she wakes.