Deams of You
I lie awake knowing it is to early. The smell of a newly created day drifts in through the ajar window. The curtains are open and I watch the rain, listening to it beat softly on the roof. The scent of the rain and the sound each drop creates holds an energy of life newly formed. I’m stretched out in my bed yet it feels empty, something is missing. A longing is felt within my heart, a desire to complete this moment. I close my eyes and let my mind wander, remembering the way your skin feels against mine, the way our hands interlock, how your hair falls over your eyes while you sleep. To be able to whisper ‘I love you’ in your ear while you dream, to feel you hold me as I hold you. I being to drift as thoughts of you keep me warm, waiting for days where it is more than mere thoughts that keep each other warm at night. As I start to dream, my last conscious thought is of your beautiful smile, we kiss; your lips on mine, and I lose myself.