I hope you slept well...

Angel,

I hope that you slept well. I hope that sleep came easily and deep and restful.  Though your body, strong and straight, relaxed and repaired from the days labours. I can imagine a tumble of curls spayed on the pillow, the sound of your breath and the slow steady rise and fall of your chest. I can imagine a crooked arm over your head and fingers curled and still. I can imagine the curve of your spine and flare of your hip – a bent leg and a half turn toward the window.

If I let myself,  I can imagine you rolling over to press your back to me and let my arm circle you in – and the scent from your hair filling my senses and my dreams. I can imagine your legs pressed against the length if mine and feel a slow cat like arch of your back as you press against me. I can imagine the softness of your skin and the strength of your muscles. I know the sounds of the bed sheets as you turn further still and a sleepy sigh.

I hope that in your sleep and in your turnings that you dreamt, not of the mundane of the day past, or of tasks to be completed in the days to come. I hope that you dreamt of the wild and the large, of freedom and flight, of infinite colours and impossible wonders become real. I hope that you dreamt of holding happiness in your hands and new that there were no limits. I hope that you dreamt of languages and love. I hope that you dreamt of worlds and skies and everything between. I hope that you dreamt knowledge of all these things and of the people who you hold dear. I hope that you dreamt the way that I dream of you.

I hope that when you woke, the dreams stayed with you  - like a mist around your shoulders – curling and elusive and just beyond grasp, but with you all the same. I hope that you woke, straight backed and strong – rested and happy – an unknown and secret smile that comes from lifted spirits. I hope you woke knowing your beauty and sure in your place in the world. I hope that you stood the goddess and vision that you are - and moved with incredible grace – lines and arches and freckled skin… I hope you woke to the world and saw you - the way I see you.

Just me.