He awakens when a thunderous boom shakes the house. It is still dark outside save for the flashes of light that slither and crack in the clouds. A chill crawls down his spine when he picks up an ominous sound- one he knows only comes to life when wind and rain fight for dominance. 
    The wooden walls of his shabby house creak. Having woken up from a deep sleep, he prays his eyes are betraying him when he sees...

Water around, ice above
The ice was hard, unforgiving
The clouds are barely there, always moving 
I am barely here; why am i not moving?

Wind pushing heavy against me; am i drowning?
Fighting feels feeble
It hurts to open my eyes
Where am I? 

Cracks in the ice pour light
Cracks in the sky pour light
Neither reach me
Where am I?

I am in two places 
yet I cannot move 

The moon has its own sky
its own stage 
The most beautiful spotlight
sitting in silence