A rendition of was: a dream to end
I wake beside her. In her bed enough for the both us. In her bed a bubble for our souls to meld. A home for us both. She turns to look into my dreamfilled eyes. her smile in the shape of "Good morning"; her arms a blanket of "I hope you slept well". My arms a story of "I don't want to leave". *** The sun has risen, I am forced to get up. Reality, Responsibility, All this beckons for our attentions. All our will to be devoted, no longer to us in our dream, but to our lives without each other. Our moments without each other. Our walks alone. An ours without an us. *** A shower away. My face is made. I look upon on her bed and remember our home within it. I smile as she pulls me to her arms. I breathe in her essence, feel her soul once more, embrace her heart in mine; As I wait for the dream to end. *** Shoes on my feet. Her, making coffee. The day beckons. Until the next time... Isla Skylark ~ @artpoetry ...