I like watching you dream.
I create stories in my head
Based on the subtlety of your movements,
Your lips lifting at the corners,
Your toes curling ever so slightly.
I imagine you sliding down a rainbow,
With me following close behind,
Screaming for joy as we near the bottom,
And when we get there,
We cuddle, climb back up,
And freefall back down.

Then, your eyes flicker open slightly,
Your fist clenches and beads of sweat
Form on your forehead.
You look upset and I lay my hand
On the top of your head
And whisper that it’ll be alright,
Let the dream run its course
And I’ll be here in the morning
Waiting for you to talk.

I cradle you like a child sometimes,
Though I’d never admit it to you.
You look so fragile when you sleep,
As if a bad dream will crack your skin
And you’ll fall to pieces in the bed
And no matter how hard I try,
I’d never be able to put you back together again.
That feeling of helplessness terrifies me,
But you wake up every morning
As whole as you were when you fell asleep.

I wonder how often you dream of me,
But I’m too shy to ask.
I know it’s none of my business
But I dream of you every night
And I’m sure you do the same about me.
Do you dream about the time
We raced each other on haybales
And I fell off and kicked the back of my own head?
You laugh when you sleep sometimes,
And I think you dream of that,
The laugh is the same.

I put my hand on yours sometimes
And your instincts twine your fingers with mine.
You roll towards me and your arms goes across my chest.
I watch it swell and fall with the tide of my breathing
And it’s there I know that I found my soulmate
And you found yours.