The Other Side of Our Dreams
Do you sleep?
Do you dream?
At night, do you sleep in hopes of meeting me when you wake?
Do you dream, dream of me the way I dream of you?
Do you pray?
Do you pray you’ll see my face? To hold me tight?
Because I think of you every night…
Every day, of course, but each night many times before I sleep.
It’s not because I’m lonely.
When the day’s demands are winding down, the night gets so quiet you can only hear your heartbeat, the soft thump aligned with crickets humming in the darkness.
I think of you, imagine your face, your voice blessing me, your arms surrounding me.
I don’t think of you because I’m lonely and I need someone, just anyone.
You’re in my thoughts, always.
You’re the missing part of me I didn’t know about until I found you.
You’re everything to me…
My friend, my lover, my soul mate, all wrapped up in one fine package.
Even without the trappings, I would’ve known you were the one.
Our hearts still would have called to each other.
We’ve always been this connected.
On a night like this, with the wind whipping around the house and the moon so bright, it’s hard not to think of you, to feel you afar.
I’ll give you this other thought before I sleep…
Keep thinking, dreaming, praying, my love.
We’ll both slumber and find one another again, beyond our dreams, beyond time even.
This is forever, and that’s more than enough for me.