The most enlightening dream I ever had
Was the darkest I had ever known.
He was there, and no one else.
There was a stair case.
We waded through the pitch black sea stretched before it.
We went mindlessly, slowly, and groggily, not speaking.
We finally reached it and I searched for a light switch.
But the wall was endlessly smooth.
He was impatient.
He scooped me into his arms and marched up the stairs.
I curled up in his chest, rocking with each step, so very comfortable.
At the top, he spoke quickly and softly in my ear, "I love you."
And then the lights were on and he was gone.
In the dark, I hadn't seen his face.
And yet, mysteriously, I knew exactly who it was.
He wasn't you.
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 4:58 PM UTC
The most enlightening dream I ever had
Was the darkest I had ever known.
He was there, and no one else.
There was a stair case.
We waded through the pitch black sea stretched before it.
We went mindlessly, slowly, and groggily, not speaking.
We finally reached it and I searched for a light switch.
But the wall was endlessly smooth.
He was impatient.
He scooped me into his arms and marched up the stairs.
I curled up in his chest, rocking with each step, so very comfortable.
At the top, he spoke quickly and softly in my ear, "I love you."
And then the lights were on and he was gone.
In the dark, I hadn't seen his face.
And yet, mysteriously, I knew exactly who it was.
He wasn't you.
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