In my dream I already know you

You were in my dream last night. I couldn't make out your face. I don't know what you look like but I know your eyes. They are kind. I know your voice, I have heard it many times. It's the rumble of thunder. Your arms are a blanket. Your love is safe.

You held my gaze, unafraid. Sure of me. Sure of yourself. You felt like home. Like a place I knew and had returned to. We recognised one another. You felt like me and I like you and it was like I had met you before, like a faded photograph, a blurry memory, like we spent another life together once before. Yet you felt brand new, a delightful surprise, an unexpected joy. And for a moment, there was a sting of sadness; that I had only met you then: I wished I could have known you earlier so that I could have loved you longer.

But everything led me to you and you to me, so I thanked all the missteps and delays that made us right on time.

And now, we had now. We had time. We had joy to cultivate and a legacy to build and tears to cry and grow flowers from them. We had a new language to learn, wider spaces to hold and beauty to find in our healing.

You had intention and I had flow and you were a safe place and I was a great adventure and 'finally,' I thought, 'we are under the same sky at last.'