Dream Catcher

How does an embrace, become a homeland? the scent of a loved one..a doorway to Heaven, her smile a field of lilies on a spring day, How does it feel..to be able to hear someone's heartbeat, miles away..their actual existence near you when they're beyond your reach, when you wish you can become void from the laws of nature..time and space to be in the company of a person who would make you feel that when you're together, existence..becomes you.

Life is amazing in its complex simplicity, but sometimes, reality is best embodied through fiction, for fiction is just that..fiction..not real, life becomes a movie clip..memorable..unforgetable, something right out of a novel, breaking the vicious cycle of utter nonsense of daily routine..compressing one's existence into a small capsule of inexplicable, never before experienced happiness, one which would serve as a narcotic..rushing through one's veins when the low end of the balance of life weighs in more..numbing one's mind into a trip to a world of past tense reality.

To be able to think with your heart..feel with your mind, knowing that life is but a dream, probably soon to end..some dreams have no ending, nor are they remembered, but still, people tend to hope that dreams do..will come true, in one way or another, reality strikes though..more often than one expects..or indeed wishes.

Morning wakes up with my "Eve", she combs her brown hair into locks of chestnut, and starts her day with a glance out her window on the east..rising with the sun to the infinite skies above, as the warm rays wash her face with a thousand year old light, she recites a short verse of prayer, seeking the blessing of God, before blessing people with her subtle smile, velvet voice, and incomparable grace and propriety.