The Last Letter To Be I exist now dreaming in reality, shades of deep reds and grays, Evolving at the speed of light As my third eye sees all, I bring my fingers to my lips and time stops I taste you. I ponder you and wallow in the memory of your scent and way. How you called me baby The way you made me laugh The way you touched my heart and made me believe Unable to stop, it seems too wonderful, but in the end there is not much but pain. I allow this for some time, then I awake and know that I am alive and the possibilities are endless. Wanting you to taste my soul and undeniably know that I am the one and we are one to conquer happiness together, unimaginably, the way you knew that we could and will if you say one word, Yes! Your fear. Your ego. Your pride. They protect and also hurt you, keeping you from what is rightfully yours, Love. If I had your heart again? Oh, the way I would touch it, nurture it and protect it My most sacred gift God wants what I want, he trusts me and knows my light is pure as he does you. Say the word once. The heavens will open up and the angels will sing in our praise Because we chose. Please don't be afraid, I am always here for you. I Love You. Will She Come? all evening he waited anxiously eyeing the clock retracing his steps over and over counting the minutes until her arrival kneeling before a crackling fire adding another log he rose to check again his preparations for tonight the thick sheepskin rug lay lovingly spread before the flames waiting for her the book the one she longed after in that tiny shop downtown rested on the warm stone hearth waiting for her the wine that special bottle from a few years ago late fall harvest sat open and sweet waiting for her the glasses his best crystal sat sparkling in the firelight waiting for her his hand stopped a moment over his heart and lovingly fingered the prize there hidden away in his pocket where it lay waiting for her taking the ring from its secret place he gazed at it mesmerized by its shine by what it stood for soon he smiled and softly slipped it back to its repose where it lay waiting for her seating himself back on the chair he resumed his vigil over the fire over the wine over the clock over himself and he sat quiet and lost in thought waiting for her Like A Dream Here I sit, thinking only of you Wondering what is to become of us Understanding all you have been through Hoping to slowly gain your trust My heart aches for you, and also I yearn I want to understand you In hopes that I will learn Your unique and special qualities amaze me Your smile Your mind Your voice and its beautiful sound Your eyes Your hair Your ability to cheer me up When you see that I am down My feelings for you go beyond that of words And at first it didn't seem real But that just taught me a lesson In doubting what I feel It seems I dreamed you into life And the reason for my stare The bluest sky The deepest sea Don't even compare Becky, you're so very special in every single way And thoughts of you Run through my head Every hour of the day I hope that you will understand Just how I feel about you I want to be your guiding hand For all that you go through Dream Of Me "Dream of me", she said as she hung up the phone "Dream only of me my love, and me alone" And later that night, when his body hit the bed, Visions of her beauty danced through his head His first dream of her was in Paris, along the Champs Elyesses Dancing with the night, playing hide-and-seek with the day The beauty of her face reflected in his eyes Never before had he felt so happy, never before had he felt so alive His next dream of her was paradise, it looked like Belize There they drank Pina Coladas and lived a life of ease The beauty of her body reflected in the sun It was then that he knew in his heart that she was the only one His last dream of her was the best of the three It was a vision of the one thing that he hoped someday would be The warmth of her body next to him, reflected in candlelight He longed for it to be like this, each and every night He rose from his dream in the middle of the night Stretching out his arms and rubbing the sleep from his sight And as he moved slowly from his bed He stopped, and noticed on his chest, her head
