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In the dream, you take my hand
and hold it, letting your warmth
slip up my arm and into my heart.
Neither of us says anything
because there are no words
to describe what lies between us.
When I wake, I try to think
of some words and find them
all lacking, not quite enough,
but they will have to do.
I utter each word like a wish
and hope that they will find you,
travel to you over the sea,
and come to you in your slumber.
I sit outside, letting the sun
shine down on my face,
reminiscent of the warmth
and the fire that you awake
inside of me. I speak each word
softly as if it is a prayer or hope
given voice. As I speak each word,
shape each syllable, I watch
as it slides out of my mouth
and forms a small ball of light,
an embodiment of the joy
that you fill me with.
They travel around me
like small suns, rotating
in orbit. When I’m done
and the last words is spoken,
they rise into the air and slip
away from me, leaving trails
of light in the air. I know that
when they find you, they
will not be small suns, but
a nebulous of stars that
will shine brightly, marking
your path through the sky
and guiding you back
to me, each word a star
that you can wish upon
as you find your way
home.
This is lovely! Oh happy sigh. 🙂