You know that place between dreams and reality, the one we all slip through when drifting off to sleep or waking slowly in the morning? It's the place where you can still remember your dreams yet hear the world around you and begin to comprehend that morning has come. That place you visit each night where dreams begin and the days events end.
That is where I can always go to spend time with him. To see his face in vivid detail. To hear each enunciated syllable of his words. To be in his presence once again.
He has been there every morning and night for the past few weeks without fail. But today, today was different. Today he said goodbye as I awoke to the morning alarm. I heard it in my head as if he were standing right there in front of me. Today as I slammed my hand down upon the snooze button for the umpteenth time and closed my eyes for another 6 minuted of sleep, he told me "good-bye" first in a whisper, then aloud to be sure I had heard. And tonight, when I rested my head on the pillow and prepared to drift off to sleep, he was not there. The beach, the bench, the living room, the boat, all empty except for me. Where has he gone? Will he return? I once thought it a burden to see him there but I miss my friend. Is it a sign of something to come?
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Standing on the cliff
Wind rustling the leaves over my head
Teetering on the edge
Only darkness looms at my feet
No one there to hold me
No one there to keep me from falling
Where has the catcher gone today?
Who'll keep the children from falling off the edge?
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