Letters to a Girl

The Girl in my Dreams

It all began with a stare. An innocent stare at beauty

itself. A stare at chance and the unknown. No more

than a thought, a simple suggestion. And I, being

unaware, was pulled into a stream of many more

suggestions. All of them revolving around a single

girl.

History, dreams, thoughts, name... any of these of

hers I did not know. All I did know was that I wanted

to speak to her. That maybe we would trade innocent

stares. And so we met and we talked, all the while

ignoring what was really happening. But throughout

that entire time, she almost did not seem real, an idea

one invents to nourish the heart, is what she was.

I feared that if I were to become too close, if I dared

even touch her, she would disappear, like the retreat

of the morning mist under the gaze of the sun. But she

did not vanish into smoke or shadow. Instead, she

made herself more and more evident.

Still, my mind tossed and turned with the mere thought

of her, a lingering memory that does not wish to leave.

She was the dream that lies at the edge of one's mind,

right before they wake and glorious bliss is broken.

Better than a dream. I could see, touch, hear, and

smell her. No longer a picture drawn on paper, but, a

model of depth and soul... real. And I held on tight as my

eyes began to open, the light of reality shattering my

world, her image leaving my sight all the while calling me

to return. Until all was gone, and I found myself awake.

But there she was when I was revived from my slumber.

There she laid, staring innocently into my eyes. She gently

caressed her face with my hand, softly brushing past the

silky layers of her hair, rubbing the edges of her caramel

lips. And she gave the smile poets dream of when they

rest, thinking of the angel to set their minds at ease.

My fear was gone, the worry that she was nothing more

than a beautiful thought. And so, I pulled her close and lay

in her arms. As I my eyes began to close again, I touched her

face once more, only assuring me of the discovery I just made.

Paradise was the escape from a reality I did not wish to leave.

She was the dream outside the dream. And so I fell into the

embrace of sleep, and smiled.