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Promise
Every evening our dreams
climb the currents of warm air
until they are joined like
two soaring birds,
a rendezvous of
wedded souls over
green and blue
My dream holds
your dream and confesses
how it sought your attention,
how before there was you,
there was me, waiting for you
to exist, moving carefully
over mountains crowned
with clouds, and
into dark valleys in search
of your light
Every morning my dream
returns, filling the room
with your delicate
perfume, and I wake
knowing every night
I slept with you,
that your arm rested
across my naked chest,
that our legs were
braided into each other,
that your nose was
perfectly warm
under my chin,
and that the still
soft pleasure
of your lips
against my neck
connected us like
a promise
I could believe you were
I could believe you were channeling the finer dimensions with this stunning description of your lifeline to love—dreams. There's a velvety sense of satisfaction, an honesty, a master's touch in every memorable line that walks us through our own familiar dreamscapes.
A profoundly eloquent accomplishment. My favorite part:
My dream holds
your dream and confesses
how it sought your attention,
how before there was you,
there was me, waiting for you
to exist, moving carefully
over mountains crowned
with clouds, and
into dark valleys in search
of your light
Thank you, Patricia, for
Thank you, Patricia, for reading, and for the wonderful feedback.
What a brilliant, even epic,
What a brilliant, even epic, use of this extended metaphor. Your verbal talent is superb!
J-Called
Starward, thanks again for
Starward, thanks again for your lovely comment .