Of nightmares and dreams...

It’s a funny thing, the way that dreams can work. I had two of you last night. In the first, you were crying, lost and alone, and I couldn’t find you. My heart was breaking even as I woke into the darkness. I closed my eyes, trying to still the pounding of my heart as it ached for the memory of not being able to ease your suffering. Then, remembering what you’d told me, that I didn’t have to be lost anymore, I thought of you, of the world I’ve built, of the people I love, and who love me. Then…I found you, in a flower and a song set adrift to find me. My stillness returned, because I knew you were safe, and I slept.

And I dreamt. In that dream, you were standing at our window again, where we used to meet. You held my hand, and I held yours, and we talked, quietly and with great love, offering reassurances, reaffirming what I knew deep in my soul, and banishing fear. Even the wise are foolish, at times, my heart, in the grip of fear. But there is no more fear, only resolve, faith in you, and us. No matter what comes, we will figure it out. I’ve got you, and you’ve got me. I love you, and I’ll be right here, now and always.