I am going to let myself
Dream the good dreams:
I am walking down a corridor
Lined with doors.
I pass them by
And then come to you –
The door to your room.
Many bubbles out of one;
So the dream divides…
Maybe you are so eager to see me
That even while I’m walking
The door opens and you come out and we see each other
And smile and grin and laugh
And I walk a little quicker.
Or maybe you’re inside
But again, waiting; wanting to see me
And I knock
After a fleeting pause…
When I go in
You’re right there;
Your seat by the window
Glad to see me; really glad.
And we’re laughing already;
We’d been joking in our minds even before we set eyes on each other.
And then another amazing thing happens
Unprecedented
You hold out your hand for mine.
I take it.
Technicolor embrace.
Not too deep, not too intense
For I’m in the mood to walk on clouds.
Just holding each other
And laughing at being together.
End of dream.
Can you believe how long the corridor was
That I had to walk before
I could allow myself to see this?