Love At Last

Haunting dreams creep into my mind

like demons devouring my life force.

I’m alone, wandering about

looking for what I’ve been seeking

all my life.

The echoing sound of my footsteps

sound like a depressed drum

feeding the darkness

a tale of abandonment.

Why am I here?

How did I get here?

I get no response.

My questions bounce through

the darkness

like a child’s ball.

I try to feel something

in this blinding darkness

but there is nothing to touch.

I begin to weep.

What I had seems to have disappeared,

and yet that didn’t seem right.

Then, a light.

I run towards it, my feet

hitting the ground at full force.

As I reach the light,

I extend my hand,

feeling the warmth envelop me.

I open my eyes.

The sun is peeking into my bedroom,

letting me know my soul is safe.

I roll over.

There you are.

Laying peacefully,

without a care in the world.

I take a breath.

The smell of your hair sneaks into my senses,

and I smile.

I move your dark hair away from your face,

mesmorized by your beauty.

How could I have such awful nightmares,

when I have a dream laying right next to me?

You stir slightly, but I do not retract my hand.

At long last,

my waking life

is much better

than my dream world.

I have found my love

at last.