Dawning Creations

I dreampt of you and I last night .
We were climbing an impossible cliff face.
The rocks had all fallen out and there was seldom to get a grip onto.

Some roots stuck out at odd angles, each being a luck of the draw.
Some would fall away with the slightest pressure while others were steadfast and strong.

I lost my balance and was hanging deadweight.
You grabbed hold of my hands and then reaching to my elbows, your grip strengthening the longer I dangled.

The whole time I looked into your eyes .

If I was too heavy I’d rather you let go but you wouldn’t.

You never let go .

Awake and tangled in the sheets.
I expect to feel him,
his warmth, his form but the bed is empty.
I am here unattended.

Awake and alarmed,
I still feel as if I’m still hanging.
I close my eyes and see his eyes looking back.
I open them, and there is only black.

Stillness…

I know I shouldn’t worry.
Tomorrow will bring him to me once more
and I’ll recall this dream to him.
He’ll know what it all means.
Together we’ll pick up the pieces
and he’ll continue looking at me the same,
as in that dream.
He’ll wrap his arms around me and
stop all the noise, in this house- in my head.

Awake and alarmed,
I still feel as if I’m still hanging.
But I know tomorrow will come
and so will he.

In this life, we’ll dangle here and there.
The jutting stones will threaten to pierce
straight through our skin, down into our bones.
The whole time dangling, I’ll look into your eyes.
I’ll tell you again and again you can let go,
but I know you won’t.
You never have before.