Saturday, 19 October 2013
06:44:39 PM (GMT)
Like a curl of smoke wafting between god's fingers, my consciousness was
extinguished. And in its stead, a dream was born. A dream of no grand importance or
of any immediate import. And so, I began doing dreamish things, things that dreamish
men do. And as a spectre I wandered and wondered in a planar soliloquy. Content and
alone; content but alone.
That is until I met my neighbors. And these dream neighbors looked upon my quandry
and offered me respite from solitude. And from then on I was not alone, but seperate,
as all corporeal beings must exist in this form. In my half contented state I
explored the landscape. I wondered and wandered through city-scapes and mountain
ranges. It is quite a marvel at the degree of sheer content that the sleeping mind is
able to produce.
But then upon my gaze frought with despair, I sought out. What I found was her. She
held my breath, heart beat, and life in her hands. Gingerly, in the most wonderful
display, she leans her head on my lap. And in that instant, within my dream I go into
a reverie; where in one instant the full scope of love's recompense was demonstrated.
Bated breaths; Hardship's reprieve; all the the things that give us pause.
Pausing, I hope never to wake from the thought of meeting her someday.