My Meadow, My Sanctuary

There is a field of daisies 

And we are lying on a bed of clover

Off in the distance is a hill 

Covered with the fluff of dandelions.

Each floating seed carrying on its back

My wish that this is an infinite moment

That your arms will always be around me

And I am always warm in their embrace

One arm is under me, your hand on my shoulder

While I am turned into you, pressed to your side 

We are both smiling as you kiss my forehead

Your eyes sparkle in the sunshine

We share secrets with one another

And you sing to me, softly

Willing me to sing along

The harmony gentle as we lay, supine

I can hear the wind whisper, then start to shout

As dark clouds roll in, and the sky turns an angry gray

And worry crosses your face

Your eyes cloud and darken with the sky

The meadow shakes with the first loud thunderclap

A thunderclap that is one and the same

With the one that shakes my room

Waking me from my dream of you

So now, not only am I alone,

But the storm makes me wish terribly 

That there was someone more to hold me

Than the stuffed rabbit I now clutch, terrified…

The mattress, soft beneath me

Would be a welcome comfort any other night

But is as concrete on a night

When only moments before I laid in the comfort of your arms

The lightning illuminates my room

A poor mockery of the sun I thought I felt only moments ago

And the blankets now pulled up to my chin

A pitiable substitute for your arms

And worst of all, what I imagined as the gentle dandelion seeds

Bearing my wishes to eternity

Is the rain falling on my face

Through the open window above me

Dear night, kind darkness

Envelope me in delicious quiet

Hold me in your dim caress

Please let me stay for days to come.

Dearest sleep, gentle slumber

Take me back to the meadow, the flowers, the gentle wind

Take me back to nights gone by in his arms

Pray, let me rest my head on the clover

May 5, 2009-- 3:29 a.m.