Fly with me to where the Earth curves,
a horizon interrupted by undulations of
the dense, fluffy condensation of the clouds.
Let us bow our heads towards the Earth
and giggle at the expanse of our shadows across mountains.
I can feel the brush of your fingertips
and the fine hairs across our skin, windswept.
We are weightless,
and I am similarly reminded of last night’s dream
where you were in bed with me
on a night that you were indeed in bed with me.
I believed that you stirred before dawn
and bent forward, on top of me.
I could feel your presence.
The strength of your arms holding yourself up
barred against my shoulders.
I opened my eyes
and pressed my knees, legs bent, on either side of your hips,
reached up to grasp your biceps.
You leaned into me
and I felt full, complete;
Content, a deep understanding;
Surrounded by light and dark, simultaneously.
Mystery is often the convergence of illusion and reality.
Rests on faith for acceptance.
And my dream afforded me the questions,
Am I happy? Filled with meaning?
Are you really there with me?
Yes, yes, yes.
As much as I choose,
Love and light surrounds me.