Burn Your Wings

This has been a recurring dream most of my life. I am certain that it is tied to a past life. The last couple of months or so, however, I have been having it more frequently and more intensely. It happened in the 1400s, in France. When I dream it, it is all in French... so I have trouble speaking of it in English, so forgive me if my grammar and such is off.

I stand before a tribunal of clergy, judges, and officiates; accused as a heretic. I am a young woman, no more than 19 or 20. I am in clothes that are not my own and they are torn. My body hurts, and I wince as I stand there. Their accusations are false, but this doesn't matter to them. They have made their decision and I am to be burnt at the stake. They try to rip a silver necklace that my beloved gave me away from me, but I push their hands away and he runs from the crowd to stop them. They decide that it is a small matter and leave it on me. What should it matter to them, after all, I am to be killed.

They drag me out into the center of the town. There are both mockers and mourners there, more mockers. The only one I can focus on is the one that I love. His grief is apparent. There is so much that I wish I still had time to tell him. We both try to keep our heads held high as the people cheer as tears stream down our faces. This is not what is right, it is not what is true. As I am tied to the stake, I try to keep his gaze. I try to mouth that I will be alright. I'm not sure if he can see. I'm frustrated because of all the things that I will never get to say. The words that need to be said.

They light the flames beneath me, and my dress catches fire. I understand now part of why they put me in this garment but it's only a fleeting thought in the heat and the pain. I keep hoping for my body to go numb. I scream, and I scream my love's name. He screams mine. I keep trying to look through the flames, and I see his tear streaked face. Then nothing but the pain and the thought that they didn't understand and that there was so much left undone and left unsaid. I hear him scream my name again. Then nothing but brightness, immense brightness.

When I wake up, I wonder what ever happened to that necklace. Did he get it back from the ashes? Did it melt? And more importantly, how did he fare after that?

So many words left unsaid.