Personal Note: It’s funny how dreams can alter the mood you carry throughout the day. This is dedicated to the ones who have lost a loved one. I do believe in angels that visit us from time to time. I guess I was visited last evening. I feel so blessed to have woken of thoughts of my one true love.
Clarity of the features, your face
visited me while I dreamt.
Vivid, the memories of
driving along the Sunrise Highway
in our 68’orange Fiat convertible
while listening to 80’s bushy long haired
rock bands on the radio.
Between shifting gears
you’d take my hand and serenade me
a ballad that would be played
while the winds blow through my hair.
Our destination, searching for the home we once shared
in marital bliss…
Yet, the exits were always missed.
Continuing to follow the twist and turns
of the highway, we drove all the way to Montauk
where we parked and kissed.
Gazing out over the Atlantic as the ocean sprayed against
the rigid rocks below
a sense of serenity filled my heart.
As I dreamt about us
the sun peaked through sheer curtains of ocean blue
the reality was all too painful
for I stirred a moment longer realizing we were apart.
Memories that filter the crevices while I slept
brought you back to me.
Photo Credit: Pheonix Rainez & Pinterest