The Dream Embedded in Reality

The pent up emotions flowed in the form of words.

What other outlet did she have?

The dream she had witnessed a few nights ago was just that, a dream;

It could never be translated into reality.

It had been so beautiful,

Like everything in the world was so right.

He had come to her in her dreams.

Everything had been so perfect.

He had healed all her wounds,

Every touch of his felt like the healing balm that soothed her soul.

She felt renewed, revived, replenished.

They had looked at each other for hours to no end;

Each knowing exactly what the other was thinking.

It had always been that way between them,

Neither had needed words to express their deepest feelings.

They were in complete sync, fully attuned to each other’s minds.

In the dream that night, they were united in body and soul,

Both bare of all inhibitions,

Lost to the world,

Touching, feeling, kissing; two starved souls fulfilling one another.

With each stroke they inched closer to the ultimate release,

The perfect rhythm, in complete abandon,

Each wanting to please the other, pulling at no stops.

In the end the world shattered in the most heavenly way possible

It felt bittersweet; they lay besides each other.

Oh she remembered it so vividly, the dream searing into her conscious mind.

But like all good things the dream came to an end, she woke.

Reality struck like a cruel blow.

If only she could fall asleep again and be lost in his arms.

That was not to be.

A dream was all it was, and a dream was all it would ever be.