Tuesday, July 9, 2013

In Dreams She Waits

In Dreams She waits
I dreamt of her
again last night,
the dark beauty
that visits me
in the hours
between horizons.
I do not know her,
but in that place--
that time, she
is as familiar as
a mother’s embrace.
She always departs
just before dawn,
places her hand
on my cheek, kisses me
and promises to return.

She is the smile
my wife asks me about
in the sobering light
of morning, the escape
I seek in the unbearable
wait of the day.


Timoteo said...

Smiling too much is always a dead giveaway!

Grace said...

I specially like that last stanza - there is a heavy emotional despair trailing your words ~

Happy week ~

Claudia said...

if life for whatever reason doesn't hold what it promised it can happen quickly that we disappear in all kind of dreams.. reminded me a bit of my childhood when i dreamed myself away to better places... and the made up people become familiar like family members over the time...

Brian Miller said...

the escape i seek & smile my wife asks me about...even still its a dream, and what would we throw away for our imagination...we all have those escapes though

Björn said...

I imagine this is not what usually means with sweat dreams, though they clearly are, and the end tells me of tension that really is quite sad.

Laurie Kolp said...

It's okay to dream...

katy said...

....and I believe it is healthy for our psyche to dream a lot..

Tigerbrite said...

Gosh, I wouldn't let your wife read this if I were you. So tantalizing:)

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

You succeed in creating a very dream-like feeling.

Heidi said...

wonderful storytelling.