It was beautiful dream. A dream the Gods knitted to reward those who indulge in the fantasies of love.
It was a dream of happiness,
of what might have been,
of wild roses on the mountainside;
of me burying my nose
into the daisies you plucked for me;
of you looking tenderly at me
as the fragrance filled my heart.
I dreamed of us throwing pebbles by the riverbank. Filaments of light filled the waters as it reflected the sun’s spectrum. We held hands, gave a wink and in a split second, plunged into the enticing waters. Laughter roared as the warm river caressed our skin.
I dreamed of us dressed in white; exchanging vows, standing by the shore, looking deep into each other’s eyes as frozen in time. I held you closer and pressed my lips against yours. I wrapped you in my arms, swept up in a whirlwind romance.
But it was just a dream
The audible sound of a heart that shattered into pieces was so vivid that it echoed all over the room. The sheets were wet with tears. The silence was deafening. The pain was unbearable. I kept my eyes closed, struggling to journey back into deep slumber.
But all hope was lost
I gathered enough strength to face the day's crucible.
Towards the window I went. I saw the sun’s glow in the horizon; the spectrum it threw at the great divide. I believe the hour of my dreams had ended in the nostalgic twilight; and I closed my eyes as I sighed “I still love you.”
