Thursday, August 19, 2010

Sweet Sweet Memories

 

Having posted recently about my sordid romantic past memories and thoughts have plagued me. So i thought i’d share something that is very sweet to me and brings a tear to my eye every time i read it. It was written to me by an ex-love. Such a sweet and wonderful man. And so intelligent and imaginative to boot. i hope it makes you smile at least a little bit when reading it.

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“Your eyes are closed, flickering sometimes as you see, the images of dreams that only you can see. I stand by your bed and watch you. I wonder what goes on behind the veils that are inaccessible to me. A flicker of a smile touches the corners of your lips and I try to catch it, trying to hold it in place with a kiss. The kiss ends and the smile fades but the light on your face remains.

I sit by your side. Do you feel my hand through your hair? Do you feel my breath on your neck? You shift in your sleep and I withdraw my hand, lest you wake, but the dreams seem to keep their hold and the Sandman has done his job well.

I whisper…telling you how beautiful you are as the moonbeam steals through the window and lights your face. I envy it, I try to hold it back with my hand, but it slips through my fingers and caresses your face. It kisses your lips and I am jealous.

I get up and walk across the room, draw the curtains across the window..”No one can kiss those lips but me” I say. You mumble…like you sometimes do, to mock me and turn away.'

I feel a bit cross and step to your bed thinking I would shake you. How dare you mock me, but then I see your face, like a child hiding in the dark playing a game of hide and seek. I throw my hands in the air and give up. “It’s not fair,” I mumbled. “You always do that to me. Get me all ruffled up and then get away without even a sorry.”

I sigh a soft sigh. “I know this battle I’ve lost. You are your dreams prisoner and I am yours.” I kiss your forehead and pull your blanket to your chin. You sigh just a little sigh and snuggle up within.

Slowly I creep to the door, backing away a step at a time, every breath I take says “I’ll be back again when you close your eyes. Everyday, every time.”

I blow you a kiss as I reach the door. “Sleep well my love and dream of me, dream well and dream sweet. Dream of love and magical things that may come to be.”

I close the door as I slip out and upon it I place a kiss. “When you wake love, after your sleep, you shall come running and open the door. The sun will shine, the birds will sing and you…will…remember…this.”

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*sighs softly and wipes a tear* Such sweet sweet memories. i hope that just once in your life you have a memory like this that can make you cry and smile and fill you with joy all at the same time. Blessed be my friends. You’re in my heart always.

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