| Dreamer I watch over your back as it rises and falls, and I sigh, wanting to hold this moment forever, but only sometimes, because other times, I have other thoughts and dreams I want to come for us, but I know not now, I know maybe not ever, but I am a dreamer, and I think of these things. I am a dreamer, and I wish for the clouds to cushion your head and take away your tension with their curving mists, and to always be there for you, when I cannot be. I am a dreamer, and I wish for the sun to warm your hands and feet so that you will never shiver in cold, fear, or pain, but only the happy shiver of delight. On nights like this, I clutch at what I can to pretend it is you, to pretend it can provide the same support, the same feeling I get from being near you, but it carries no weight in my arms. You weigh me down, but the weight I want, the weight I long to caress all night with my hands, my mouth, with my heart, my words. You ground me with all of my dreams, while creating more with your every gesture. You make me stop and wonder if you just said-- if you just did-- that, and I know the moment is there, better than my dreams could ever make it. |
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