I Woke Up Early...
by:Alex F Chavez / Chavie
I woke up early this morning just to think of you today. Not that I don’t see enough of you in my dreams, as I do dream of you quite often; and I love it. Oh those moments in the realm of complete freedom, where things turned out the way my soul believes they should have. There’s a comfort at night when I see you in a dream…it feels as though our souls understand we are meant to be together. It’s in those very dreams where we swim around the curveball that destiny threw at us and share the moments we are meant to share.You may wonder why I feel the need to wake up early to think of you if the happiness is in a dream. Well, the truth is…I wake up early to think of you because in some strange way, my soul feels the carryover of such happiness into my conscious being. I feel slightly more connected to you when I fantasize about the comfort that I feel whenever I am around you. It’s as though I can somehow feel the little things when I visualize what I feel should be.
We hold hands, you and I, we hold hands with our fingers intertwined…and we grasp tightly. We feel the strength of our bond in the subtle way we are connected & neither of us is willing to let go. I love it & I’m sure you would too. Yet, while we hold hands…we walk. We walk along the sidewalk talking, enjoying the moment; and as summer arrives in a breeze, our souls…our souls continue to merge together. We are over-whelmed by this feeling of “I’m so in love with you I am feeling it” and we stop walking for a moment. We turn to look at each other we gaze quietly into each others’ eyes…then a rain drop falls. Perfectly one touches your shoulder and another touches mine. As it turns out, those rain drops are angels tapping us on the shoulder…their whisper is in the breeze and they say, “it’s okay, you should kiss right now.”
We lean into each other with our eyes half open and before perfection caresses our lips, we hesitate…we breathe each other in, first. Those lips of yours…truly as soft as a cloud, my goddess of rain, you consume me. Heaven cries her tears of joy as we stand in the middle of the park, still holding hands…and all we do is kiss. God says he’s happy, he’s happy because in the midst of the circumstances he gave us…we found a way to be together. Thunder rumbles across the sky as heaven cries…and we know that God is surely having himself one good cry. We look at each other…soaking in the rain… we whisper those words, those three words that mean something to you and I; lightning strikes.
We laugh together and agree we must race home, but then again, aren’t we home already…? You in my heart, me in yours…that is home; the home we share as one. Knock - knock and we walk in.
These are just dreams…or truly are they more? When I really think about it… I wonder if these fantasies I have of you are actually the memories that our souls shared in lifetimes before. Maybe that is why they are so vivid and come so naturally to me. We walk inside and we help each other undress…slowly peeling off each others’ drenched clothing. You first…and between movements, we lean in and steal a kiss from the other.
Do you feel that over-whelming happiness? I do.
Our bodies are mostly moist but that doesn’t matter to us as we stand in the middle of the room just holding each other. Spiritually we are connected and from within we push as passionately as we can at the skin which blankets our being, just to feel closer to each other.
We lie down next to the fireplace and we cuddle. A blanket and a glass of wine…while our song sings to us softly. Let me enjoy this moment please allow me the chance to relish this feeling of simply holding you in my arms. My hands wander along your shoulders and arms as my palms ache to feel you in every caress. You are beautiful…truly you are the most beautiful woman to have ever lived. I inhale the scent of you and tingles rush my spine, I embrace you tightly and you wrap your arms around me too. This is how being in love should be…this is what “romantic” is supposed to be like; the way it’s in the movies…the way it is in a dream.
Outside of this dream, you can’t tell me you love me and I understand why. Outside of this dream, you won’t tell me you love me because you won’t tell me that lie. Surely I cry, as I have in moments past when I long for you; but the tears race for my pillows and hide in their cloth. No one knows how or why I have cried for you, just as no one knows about these dreams. I wake up before anyone else…I wake up early just to think of you again.
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