She took the time to soak in the night.
Absorbing the tender darkness.
Creating his face with the touch of a finger.
And it was warm.
He smiled.
She could feel this too.
It’s subtle softness.
“Never leave…” She whispered gently.
“Never. As long as you stay with me. I would be unable to live without your warm and guiding presence in my life and heart.”
Together in the maternal and protective arms of night they held each other’s face.
This connection.
And was it not real?
Again, was this a dream, an illusion?
A state of desire and wants?
A time and place that might exist for them in the future?
Something cool and wet traced over his finger.
Another followed.
“Don’t cry. Dearest…”
How could she not?
How could she not when she knew this was a dream, a moment existing only in her mind?
How long had she dreamt of being with him.
How long.
Her body shook with each withheld sob.
His arms carved a cradle for her to sink within for comfort.
This is too real. Don’t wake me up.
Don’t wake me up if I cannot be there with you.
Her eyes squeezed tightly to keep everything from ending.
Her hands tightened around the edges of his shirt.
Clinging.
No. No. No.
Oh the hours.
Silently trickling away.
The night swelled and receded.
The tide of dawn entered.
Blushing wine swallowing up the blue ink.
Devouring stars.
Faint clouds rolling in chasing off all evidence that night had ever existed.
And she held him tighter.
And she half whispered, half sang to him.
Her energy draining.
“Shine…
Bright morning light.
Now in the air,
The spring is coming.”
She rolled her head into his chest.
She could smell him.
Feel some warmth.
“Sweet, blowing wind…
Singing down the hills and valleys.”
As her arms shifted to tighten more, he grew softer.
The pillow?
Her eyes were shielded and tightly closed.
She dared not open now to see truth.
“Keep…
Your eyes on me…
Now we’re on the edge of Hell…”
And she could barely sing anymore.
She began to cry.
Speaking out in her own voice the rest from what she could remember.
“Dear my love…
Sweet morning light.
Wait for me.
You’ve gone much farther…”
Her head turned and her eyes began to open.
Reluctantly.
Looking through a shimmering ocean of tear filled vision.
Did she see the glass?
Did she feel his body?
Where was his heartbeat?
Was he breathing?
Where.
Where is he?
A golden trim along the horizon.
She took in everything.
Strained with every sense.
Hot tears slipped out and the vision cleared.
The glass was missing.
“Too far…”
And exhaled a long last breath.
Absorbing the tender darkness.
Creating his face with the touch of a finger.
And it was warm.
He smiled.
She could feel this too.
It’s subtle softness.
“Never leave…” She whispered gently.
“Never. As long as you stay with me. I would be unable to live without your warm and guiding presence in my life and heart.”
Together in the maternal and protective arms of night they held each other’s face.
This connection.
And was it not real?
Again, was this a dream, an illusion?
A state of desire and wants?
A time and place that might exist for them in the future?
Something cool and wet traced over his finger.
Another followed.
“Don’t cry. Dearest…”
How could she not?
How could she not when she knew this was a dream, a moment existing only in her mind?
How long had she dreamt of being with him.
How long.
Her body shook with each withheld sob.
His arms carved a cradle for her to sink within for comfort.
This is too real. Don’t wake me up.
Don’t wake me up if I cannot be there with you.
Her eyes squeezed tightly to keep everything from ending.
Her hands tightened around the edges of his shirt.
Clinging.
No. No. No.
Oh the hours.
Silently trickling away.
The night swelled and receded.
The tide of dawn entered.
Blushing wine swallowing up the blue ink.
Devouring stars.
Faint clouds rolling in chasing off all evidence that night had ever existed.
And she held him tighter.
And she half whispered, half sang to him.
Her energy draining.
“Shine…
Bright morning light.
Now in the air,
The spring is coming.”
She rolled her head into his chest.
She could smell him.
Feel some warmth.
“Sweet, blowing wind…
Singing down the hills and valleys.”
As her arms shifted to tighten more, he grew softer.
The pillow?
Her eyes were shielded and tightly closed.
She dared not open now to see truth.
“Keep…
Your eyes on me…
Now we’re on the edge of Hell…”
And she could barely sing anymore.
She began to cry.
Speaking out in her own voice the rest from what she could remember.
“Dear my love…
Sweet morning light.
Wait for me.
You’ve gone much farther…”
Her head turned and her eyes began to open.
Reluctantly.
Looking through a shimmering ocean of tear filled vision.
Did she see the glass?
Did she feel his body?
Where was his heartbeat?
Was he breathing?
Where.
Where is he?
A golden trim along the horizon.
She took in everything.
Strained with every sense.
Hot tears slipped out and the vision cleared.
The glass was missing.
“Too far…”
And exhaled a long last breath.
