You were a dream
I lost to waking.
You were a vision
made of smoke.
You were a moment of rejoicing,
my breath was caught up
in my throat.
I knew that I had searched forever
to find a clue that lead to you.
You were a rumor on the west wind,
you were not known, but to a few.
Like ancient knowledge held by sages,
or copied down on weathered scrolls;
I searched the world for your acquaintance,
resigned that I would never know.
Your face
Your hands
Your touch
Your love
You were the one
that I dreamed of.
I would waste
away alone,
but I found you in a place
that made a home.
You are a thing of dreams,
sometimes not even real.
Like a picture in my head;
here, but still ethereal.
Never ceasing wonder,
you have woken up my soul;
to know that dreams
are real,
now I know.
For who has felt
the gossamer skin
of a nighttime goddess?
Who knows for certain all this
was a plan of some design?
For a creature
of such beauty
to come walking
right out of my mind
and into my life
is crazy, right?
I will hold you every day,
as we all cling to dreams when we wake.
I will always know
that you are proof;
that love is all the power,
all the light,
and all the truth.
HG – 2016
