The moon has awakened me and I listen to you in the silence of our bed. By your familiar breathing, I know you are lost inside the realm of dreams.
Do you dream of me? After all this time, do I still walk with you in that realm or have the struggles of our life together replaced me with strangers who trade balloons for patched tires.
And if I am there, my love, do you still hold my hand? Or is it someone else’s hand you embrace like a lover as sailing ships and toy planes float across a twilight sky.
The moon has awakened me to tell me secrets that can only be revealed in the dark — of a future uncertain and of change to come.
What secrets do you keep, my love? Will you still share them with me after all these years? And if I am to be your confessor, will those truths alter us so that we no longer recognize each other as we once were?
You turn in your dream and pull my body toward yours — fitting us together though we reside in separate realms. With the moon watching, is it me you seek, my love? Or is your body pressed to mine a comfortable habit and no longer meaningful?
The moon has awakened me and I listen to you in the silence of our bed. And I have questions. Questions I dare not ask come dawn, for even after all this time, you are still my love — a beloved piece of my soul I never wish to be without.
And if I am not just a comfortable habit, then do you still cherish the portion of my soul I gave you so long ago? Does it whisper to you as the moon beckons to me each night? If so, then hold fast to me, my love. Hold fast, so I don’t float away on next silver moontide.
© Tarrant Smith 2019