The Restless Poet

Hours before I would close my eyes last night, I could sense you would be making an appearance in my dreams. Likely the reason for the crosswalk urgency to claim sleep early. I held off but my last few tasks were hurried due to my anticipatory eagerness, though slightly timorous that it might be a message I didn’t want to hear.

As per usual, you showed up in my morning slumberous illusions. I’m sure partly due to requesting to have a clear vision of any dream you play a part in. Morning happenings stick a little better than those deep in the darkest hours.

This was another one that I could only recall bits and pieces. The slightly mundane parts at the beginning tend to float away as those of a normal day. The feeling was there though. The inherent bliss that radiates when you are in my presence or thoughts. The calm emanating to soothe me at the cellular level. That was present throughout.

I wasn’t really a part of the scenario. I was observing you as if I was looking through a window. You were contemplating a measured response to questions I had thrown out into the virtual void. Questions not on one particular subject but on many I had ruminated on over the last few months.

I’m not sure what instigated the response but from what I could gather, you had answers at the ready from the time they were shot into the abyss like an arrow trying to find its target. This was the initiation, an attempt at scoping out if I would acquiesce and be receptive to your advice. You needn’t worry, be assured that I would hang on any word you wrote. I remember seeing those three little dots showing when someone is typing a reply. It was as if they were in a conversation bubble over you head as I wasn’t actually seeing you in action.

I wasn’t sure what to expect. Your usual rejoinders seemed too familiar for the seriousness in your reflection. I would have welcomed your witty, sarcastic expressions, especially with tension filling the air. No…these were carefully constructed utterances made with a loving gesture. These were sent as deep conversation, words to lessen a hurt and promote healing.

I started to read the first paragraph, my attention was unwavering. I was able to glimpse the remaining couple of sections but not enough to get them to stick. I was awakened at that moment, the opportunity to read your thoughts was gone. Will you appear tonight so I can find the answers? I think so. I can feel it. I will wait for you in my dreams.