Woke up with tear stained eyes
A vivid dream nothing but a memory
We were running down the beach
Do you see
Light wind coupled with light feet
Breathing slowly
Hearts sounding like thunder
My mind clear, yet full of wonder
The distance we ran effortlessly
Filled with meaning
Stop
Pulling you down and into the sand
Forcing your eyes to look into mine
My body on top of yours, almost floating
Water lapping at our toes
Consuming the salty air
Seagulls provide a mating call
The perfect setting
Finally
Releasing our control, our duty
Succumbing to the beast
Alive, well and needing
Finally you agree to touch me
Hands sliding over my arms
Cradling both sides of my face
I feel your heat
You’re shaking
Stop questioning everything
Look at me
Wanting to force you to believe
But knowing I can’t
Waiting for your lead
My eyes plead
Yours filled with worry
I’m waiting
This life, ours for the taking
Stop searching
I’m here
Waking up to dried tears
Last Night’s Dream
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Those kind of dreams start the day off rough, I know.
Ha! Well, maybe they do…
And maybe not, I guess.
Ha! Up to the reader, I guess.
Now that was an intense dream. Maybe with some deeper meaning hey….
🙂
Probably loads of deeper meaning… that’s how it usually goes with me, Stac. Ugh. 🙂 Love hearing the Canadian in you…lol. Hey..!
That’s simply wonderful, Audith. I felt all the emotion in this moment! I love the picture too.
I thank you, Duketh. Emotion is good. Glad you found it to your liking. I drew that heart, you know.
I thought you might have! Did the person in the dream have a face?
That is probably for me to know, mostly. I found it interesting how she insisted on the eye contact and the focus on the face.
Yes, me too. Is that a hint?
You always want to know everything, Duke. So pushy, you know.
I admit, I am. It’s rotten of me, I suppose.
Not rotten, at all. I just like pushing your buttons.
Now that reminds me of Sven Goolie.
I don’t know that one either.
He’s a TV personality. He hosts old horror movies. I think he’s based in Chicago.
Oh. Well, I don’t watch much horror. I need all the lights on for that kind of movie.
I don’t either. The horror he plays is comical.
It is? How does that work, exactly?
Well, last time was about a big insect that was trying to kill people. It was a movie from the 30’s, I think? It was funny. The mantis could fly–which isn’t realistic.
And you watched the whole movie? I am shocked. If I was there we would have given up on it for hopes of doing something else, I think.
Oh, I gave up. The problem with Sven is that he plays the same episodes over and over again. So, I’ve seen parts of it before. He comes on in between commercials–and that’s the best part! Sometimes worth waiting for. But I did surrender, now you know.
Ahh, I see. I like to laugh. I would watch him with you.
And then we’d leave that to watch The Shooter.
The Shooter….I’ve never seen it. I really want to, however. Sounds great!
It’s a vicious one! But Mark is cool. I think he’s a hero, you know.
You do? Tell me why? Now, have you seen the John Wayne movie, as well?
Because he’s vicious, I think!
The Shootist? I have! I love JW. I think it’s one of my favorites. Have you seen it?
I’ve seen that one, yes. I love JW, too. The Quiet Man is my favorite.
Yes, I remember that. *proud face*
*dimpled smile*
Goodness, Audrey, what an emotional moment at the precipice captured in full. Lovely all the way.
Thank you, Marky Mark. This is one way to start a Friday, I’d say. Glad you liked it. I appreciate you referring to this as lovely…
So lovely…
Thank you…. I’m glad you enjoyed this poem, Kate.
Beautifully written. Moving…
Thank you, Susan. I actually can’t stand the beach. I much prefer the mountains.
I like both, but the beach is where I hear God the most clearly.
Yes, me too. I think that’s why I go to the beach as often as I do.