You are a beautiful spirit enclosed in lovely skin with an amazing mind that has the power to create incredible art, debate any subject, stir wild emotions, calm the storms of any argument, and just as easily become a tempest. Pretend we are drifting somewhere peaceful on our little sea of dreams….a sailboat gently rocking us to sleep. So safe within each other’s arms, cozy under your duvet. The scent of fresh flowers in a vase on your nightstand. My hand is on your stomach, just resting there. I whisper; I love you, and you do the same. May angels guide us to the most amazing dreams…and for a while, they did.
   Gently thumping peaceful beats of amazing love….so calming…so true. Happy beyond measure. One of those moments burned into memory. I have your soft hair in my fingers and your scent mixed with the flowers in my nostrils…before long, I drift off to sleep with you. Our souls and spirits connect in complete harmony like a beautiful song in the realm of dreams. We are moving positively, full of hope, love, and amazing possibilities. Almost as if our sailboat has lifted off the ocean and is now drifting through the clouds, heading to where all will be revealed and we will understand the mysterious things that steal happiness…but for now, nothing bothers us. I see it all so clearly. Remember, you saw it, too.
   Where does love go? How easily it slips away while we’re distracted. But it’s not so much of a distraction for some as much as it is self-sabotage. Think about it…all our ducks in a row…on a shelf of dreams, and we are like a cat knocking each one to the floor. We set them up so beautifully and knocked them down again and again. Carelessly. Craftily. Innocently. Intentionally. That time is sadly past. Your beauty remains, and there is more good to remember than bad. In dreams, we can find the perfect endings we desire. Hopefully, we change our behavior so we don’t make the same mistakes repeatedly…so we may recognize and avoid the ones who share our destructive natures. Until then, love, the journey continues.

TM DiSarro

©2024 TM DiSarro / MindScapes Publishing

From: POKING HOLES IN THE DARKNESS