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A poem
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Like fire the sun burns my skin, an unbearable thirst
Quenched by thoughts of you
Your beauty cools me
'Tis the summer of my love for you
Cool winds bring change; leaves fall telling of endings
Endings that your touch denies
Your words reassure me
'Tis dying autumn days, your love withstands
A bitter cold gray sky brings rain that stings my skin
Your heart gives me shelter
Oh the warmth of your eyes
'Tis the winter, I am protected, surrounded by your love
New life consumes me, filling my heart with joy
The joy of your presence
I am consumed by your soul
'Tis the miracle of spring, love is new again
The days and months go by, the seasons must change
Your love brings me peace
Unspeakable happiness
'Tis my for you that will last forever
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A story
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Suddenly I awoke. As I cleared my thoughts, a dream danced at the edges of my memory. Just out of reach. My vision still clouded with sleep; I walk with purpose toward the door. I feel the knob turn in my hand, but I am not aware of what I am doing. It is then that I realize that I am not awake but on another plane, another conscienceless, another dream-like plateau. I walk out onto an unfamiliar sandy white beach. Feelings of uneasiness overwhelm me, and fear weighs heavy on my eyes causing them to shut tightly. As quickly as it has come the fear recedes for I know now where I am and why I am here.
A voice like a guiding hand leads me toward the water. As the sand and shells dance under my feet, I gaze to the west. The ocean begins to cool the bottom of the orange sun, and in its presence the sky turns a beautiful pink and gray. Again the voice turns me and guides me along the water's edge. I should be scared but somewhere in my minds eye I have seen this place before.
Suddenly a wave crashes at my feet; the sky begins to darken. I fall but never touch the ground. The returning wave begs me to go. I have no choice but to follow float effortlessly as each wave crashes around me. The soft voice again becomes my guide. It speaks in a language only my subconscience understands. My reason for being here not yet completely clear, I press onward to the end. There will be an end; I can feel it in my soul.
As the storm passes I still float among the waves as if I had always been there. Through the darkness a wind gently pushes me toward a bright northern star and my final destination. I fall quietly asleep. The noon sun kisses my bare skin like fire, and I quickly roll to the cool salty water. By pain now subsided, I push on with only one purpose in mind.
The soft lovely voice that has been my beacon of light now becomes stronger and more distinct. The voice is no longer foreign and detached. I have heard it a thousand times in my dreams. "Is this a dream" my thoughts ramble "I think I know who you are" the voice responds to my thoughts "that?s ok, I know you as well. We have always been together."
The sun eagerly disappears behind a white cloud, causing soft long shadows to appear before me. An almost visible wind begins to swirl around my head. Beautiful pink and yellow rays shine through the clouds above. My body now engulfed in the suns rays; my skin turns an almost soft pastel. A moment of contentment overwhelms me as the sky begins to darken. Not as it would in a storm, rather for contrast. Contrast to vision beginning to form before me. Beautiful raven colored locks flow far below her shoulders. A smile tickles the corners of her mouth, serving only to tease me. This vision has to be real. My journey is now complete, or has it just begun
My body quivered as I extended my hand to touch hers. At first I pull away. She then takes my hand into hers. I feel the softness of her skin in mine. A baby like softness almost indescribable in words. She gently draws my hand to her face. I quiver once more as she stokes her face with my hand. Finally our eyes meet. Her eyes, can words describe them? Piercing yet soft, soft yet strong, strong yet undeniably kind. Just at that moment, as I stared intently at the beauty that stood before me, all which had eluded me was now crystal clear. My past was now just that, my past. My present stood before me in a vision that that could only be called heavenly.
As we joined hands and turned to walk, I noticed the sun slowly sinking on the horizon. I leaned and gently whispered to her. " Your name is Stacy" the smile which moments ago only danced at her lips, opened before me with brilliance rivaled only by the setting sun. I kissed her softly on the cheek and turned to look at the pink and gray sky.
The northern star, which had appeared to me, was again guiding my way. No, our way. "It is the future" the voice gently spoke. This time not from some unknown corner of my mind, but right beside me, whispered softly in my ear.
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