Fever
In the dream that came
in the deluge of fever
that plagued my
body last night,
I glimpsed what could be a future version of ourselves.
As if, perhaps, the heat from my brow
could briefly burn the cloudiness
from my nocturne and
psychic eye?
We sit around a large table in
a Japanese garden
drinking saki
and raising a toast
to both of our families.
Celebration is in the air
with the two of us as honored guests,
The ebony table groans with feast and flowers.
Your eyes meet mine and we smile with
the power of all the lovers of all the ages.
Flash forward, in traditional dream-style...
A small, blond and beautiful little boy
pumps his legs and arms across a green lawn
and dashes into my waiting arms,
freckled skin and shining hair damp
from being in the pool
where you have been teaching him
how to dive for pennies.
I pick him up and we twirl around.
Cognizant of the way his arm clutches my neck,
the way he smells, the weight of his body, the timber of his voice,
I am holding my son!
I look into his eyes and see the perfect balance
of yours and mine reflected back.
His eyes are shining as he proudly shows me
his treasure,
although he is ours to treasure now.
Another skip in time, substantial, though vague...
We sit together beneath a cottonwood
holding hands. Breath locked into a familiar cadence.
Our hands look much different now,
gnarled, like old tree branches.
Sunlight streams through the trees and our fingers
we sit quietly
breathing
only the birds intrude
on the peaceful solitude we have each managed
to find during our life together.
Fleeting dreams of a fevered mind,
Perhaps mean nothing
but perhaps I may have
spanned the whole of my life
in one sweat-drenched
night.
Copyright © Shayna Earnest | Year Posted 2008
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