Yesterdays Past
You sailed to me on the winds of a dream of fond memories. Your shade-like silhouette glided through my window and across the floor to my bedside. Such a small bed, yet so empty without you. You floated down so gently as not to wake me. Lying your body next to mine I could feel your warmth against me, that sensation that made me feel so whole, so happy. Our legs wrapping around one another. Giving me the feeling of complete security. Your long beautiful hair flowing and glistening in the dim light of my bedroom like calm ocean waves on a full moon’s night. Long dark strands gently tickling my nose and entangling my face, as if trying to pull us together. Attempting to make us one, a being of pure bliss. I slinked my hand across your perfect figure. Outstretching my arm I pulled you in close to me. My hand against your beating heart. That beat that had been such healing music for my soul. I leaned in to kiss your tender cheek. A kiss stamped with “I’ll love you always”, a token from me to you that meant more than my words could ever hope to describe… Suddenly the wind that was so kind as to guide you to me abruptly changed direction. In an instant your warmth and love were so viciously sucked away from me. Pulled right out from the very depths of my being. I found myself lying cold and alone, my soul exposed, naked and vulnerable to all of life’s harsh and merciless elements. I stared helplessly into your hollowing eyes as you were forced back through my window. As I stirred from the waking dream I found my hands outstretched, desperately trying to hold on to some shard of you and pull you back to me. But there was nothing left of you to grasp. Only the gray morning fog. And my memories of yesterdays past.