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

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Because I can only see her in my dreams . . .

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Cascade's picture

This poem is a

This poem is a manifester...and a stunner for sure! 

patriciajj's picture

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

 

 

Vincent's picture

Thank you, Patricia, for

Thank you, Patricia, for reading, and for the wonderful feedback. 

Starward's picture

What a brilliant, even epic,

What a brilliant, even epic, use of this extended metaphor.  Your verbal talent is superb!


Enjoy effulgent days and exquisite nights.

Starward

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Vincent's picture

Starward, thanks again for

Starward, thanks again for your lovely comment .