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The Dream

     The sun is pouring through the windows, threading its’ way between the partially open blinds; creating a playful dance of light and shadows in the room, over the bed, and framing this remarkable lady.

     She sleeps while I look over her with warm admiration. Her mouth is upturned at the corners as if smiling; having enchanted thoughts which make me think of endless possibilities.

     Is she perhaps on a sailboat, a hand playfully skimming across water smooth as glass? Or maybe she’s walking through a lush, green, country meadow with freshly opened tulips; joyously welcoming her arrival? Could it be she’s rocking a newborn infant, humming a lullaby that would soothe the ocean on a winters’ night? ( Aware of tiny fingers wrapped securely around one of her own.)

     Slowly, her eyes open and smile as beautiful as the rising of the sun itself awakens upon her face, her lips, her eyes.

     “Good morning,” she whispers.

     “Good morning gorgeous,” I whisper in return.

     She flexes into an easy, full-bodied stretch, relaxing to as she was before. Our faces are inches apart as our eyes continue to smile, explore, and communicate.

     There is a mutual understanding, that at this point, if words are spoken, they would fall short of what each of us feel and wish to express. So, there is a vocal silence. However, a nonstop silent conversation is endlessly spoken. Time, has no place or concern here and now.

     Then, appearing in the corner of her eye, a tear. I watch as it follows her nose, floating downward to the pillow beneath her; a light tap ending the long flight from above.

     “And what is this?” I ask with loving concern.

     “My way of telling you that I love you so very, very much.” A quivering smile is noticeable upon her lips.

     As I ready myself to reply, my throat tightens, a reaction to the attempt to hold my own. “ And I love you. You complete me.”

     She does a cuddly stretch with her neck and place her hand between her cheek and the pillow, now resting very close to my own face. I raise my right hand and with the tips of my fingers guide loose strands of hair behind her ear. Her eyes dance back and forth upon me and then to my own. Silent shouts of love are proclaimed. I lean forward, never closing my eyes, nor she, as if in slow motion, we kiss. Before our lips meet, I breathe her inside; her breath reaching the very depths of my heart, my soul.

     As if delicate petals of a mist-covered rose were to touch by chance, our lips come together. The taste of her overwhelms me. I am acutely aware of her entire being, her warmth, her scent, her touch. For a moment, I close my eyes.

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     When I awake, there is no one in front of me; or next to me. My mind races with momentary confusion. Reality sets in. It was all a dream. But, not a dream that is only seen through closed eyes and gone upon the opening of the same; but, a dream that is always there; for it is in my heart and soul.