Dreams

The night demons
Haunted him.

With tortuous touch,
Those demons
Reached deeply
Into him…

Stealing his quiet,

Stealing his sleep,

Stealing his solace,

Stealing every confidence
Of his worthiness,

His worthiness
Of being
Hers.

Drifting from awake
To semi-awake,

He struggled for understanding,

And begged for clarity.

But none was forthcoming.

As the night matured,
And morning approached,

He finally fell…

Into a partial,

Semi-fitful

Sleep,

Still deeply worried,
If she was with him,
And truly wanted
Him.

But with the grace of dawn,

He awoke,
Wresting himself from
Those night demons,
And dreams
Of desolation.

Then…

He heard a restful,

And fulfilling sigh.

Twisting,
In their bed…

He turned toward the sigh…

He turned toward her.

Tussled,
Tawny hair.

The sensual,
Pure her,
Was in their bed,
With him.

Those beautiful eyes
Of hers
Fought against the daylight,
Struggling to transition
To yet another dawn.

But even with that struggle…

Her eyes connected with his.

And that smile
That creased her new-day lips
Spoke volumes,

Only to be over-shouted
By her loving eyes,
Looking at him,

And her warming,
Rustic
Morning murmur of…

“I love you.”

Those three words,

Simple,
Serious,
Sovereign…

Bathed him,
With her.

What he had longed for,

What he had hoped for,

What he had prayed for,
Throughout that restless night,

Was truly his world,
And salvation.

Now in the new dawn,

Undeniable,
Those demons retreated,

Taking with them,
Forever,
The fear
Of those night-time
Toxic,
Damning,

Dreams.

 

 

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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