~ Wait ~
Will you wait for me to come out of my dreams?
That is where I have found my comfort, and sought his presence.
There it is safe and dark and warm, like the scent of lavender oil.
I can bring him near to me and see him there.
I wake in the night almost frightened.
He is close to me and I feel him near, laughing at me.
I reach my hands out into the darkness to hold him, only to touch emptiness, and to draw back a clutched pillow.
Before sleep escapes me completely, I push deeper and draw myself and the bed down, holding my pillow and slowly spinning down into the place where I can be with him again.
Will you wait for me to come out of my dreams?
He is there.
I may never come at all.
