� Cannonball Tree � 2002-01-17 � 7:22 p.m. �
I dreamt of you, my friend...
I was standing in a church, a step above our closest friends... Looking into a crowd of familiar faces, I saw you sitting there...
You leaned to your right and foward a little... Your fair hair falling a little to close to your eyes.
You tugged on your clothes and moved slightly so... like your presence wasn't comfortable... like you didn't belong.
I watched you... a little in envy and completely in awe.
I felt forced to say your name... to call on you to come to me... to touch me... to hug me...
And with your name on my tongue... I cried.
You were as beautiful as I remember, as tall... and as strong... You reached out to wrap around me... and with the touch of your skin, I shook in your arms.
I dreamt last night we stood together in the house of God. Our presence so real and wildly intense. A beginning after our end.
Is this how you visit, my Friend?
� previous � next � comments � diaryland � old �