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.