Dreams(#1)
Another long night passes and I am left here waiting...yet what is it that I wait for?
The sky above glitters with the thousands of newborn wishes and dreams of the hopeful.
Like a protective mother the moon stands watch over them all, shining her radiance down upon this place and washing me in a silver glow.
The air dances between the trees and flows over the open spaces, it caresses my skin in passing.
The insects chirp and sing a tune to which the earth moves, the night is serene.
I look to the heavens and wonder where you must be tonight...are you happy there, will I find that place some day?
Another breath escapes my body and joins in this strange midnight performance, the white cloud so minuscule in comparison to the vastness of the place I sit in.
For one brief moment it swivels through the air, alive in the freedom and beauty it finds here, then unable to fight the pull of the world, it dissipates and is gone.
Just like that the night is still, the air no longer dancing, the insects stop their chorus; the very world seems to be holding its breath...waiting.
I know now why this night is the one so strongly imprinted on my memories...why night after night I dream of this place, how the air itself could seem so familiar.
I was here, thinking of you, waiting for you...on a night chilly and beautiful just like this. That was the night I heard I would always be waiting. It was on a night just like this that I lost you forever. You would never stand with me beneath these stars again, I would never see you washed in the silver light of the moon, and worst of all I would never hear your laugh echo through the trees, filling even this vast empty space as it had so many times in our past.
The night, which had once been peaceful comes alive with panic and rage.
The stars disappear behind a hazy curtain of clouds, and even the moon seems diminished now, casting nefarious shadows across the glade. The once gentle breeze bites into my numb skin and freezes the tears on my cheeks as all around me the woods are filled with the shrieks of animals.
Our sanctuary has become a place of dread, a home to the most despairing of memories. How could this happen, I want to awaken. I know it's a dream and yet the pain will continue long after the dream has faded. This is where you have left me, waiting in a place I cannot escape. Trapped in a mind to weak to forget you, imprisoned with a heart you once gave immeasurable strength to.
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Dreams and Nightmares
PoetryDreaming isn't always as beautiful as I remember it used to be.