One of my favorite parts of the day,
Is at night when we climb in bed and lay.
We snuggle closely, warmly, tightly.
You put your leg over me. I caress it soft, smooth. This I look forward to nightly.
You fall asleep from the feeling. As do I, but I struggle with the sandman.
I want to feel you near, spend as much time touching your milky skin as I can.
I marvel at your beauty, sleeping peacefully, dreaming of our future. You, me, Blue and our child.
He isn’t born yet, but we know he will be. Our level of certainty is wild.
I can no longer defend myself against the sandman’s magic.
To sleep away time lying with you seems almost tragic.
Now we both are in the vast strange world of dreams.
Sometimes prophetic, or wondrous. Other times nonsensical, nothing is quite as it seems.
Then the sun dawns and I see the most brilliant light right before my waking eyes.
Not in the sky, but in our bed. Not the sun, but you. I savor every second as time rapidly flies.
Every increment of time together in our dream lives and our waking,
Are gifts, fruit ripe for the taking.
We give each other , every day happiness supreme.
When I am awake the affect you have on me makes me wonder if it is a dream.
Yes it is. Most assuredly I say to you.
We are living in a dream come true.