THE DREAM IN THE AIR TONIGHT...

The biggest tragedy of love must be the departure of one without the other...

There's a dream in the air tonight, a promising dream, a dream that tastes of the sweetness of forever... a dream that echoes a life lived, a child hugged, a youth cuddled, a man beset with doubts, a pensioner nodding off in the afternoon over a cup of Mabel's tea, and she's there like she always was...

She's the heroine of the dream that's in the air tonight. Can you see her with your faded eyes, the sweetness of her young smile, smell the fragrance from her perfumed hair, taste the balm of her lips...?

That was Mabel in the mini-dress in the when-it-could-be years, frilly knickers, gasps of running across golden beaches or sighs of ambling down lanes past hedgerows sparkling with jewelled dew or hoping, just lying beneath a living sun, smiling at the words you might have said, either did or didn't, giggling at the way you teased...

And you know what she's going to do, Mabel of the golden smile, the pert breasts, the lovely young skin...

The smile will do it. Lascivious. Tempting. Beckoning. Like in the tempestuous years of heaving, sweating, joyous flesh. It will do it in the dream that's in the air tonight.

Shout!

Of course you shout!

Shout achingly loud for the orgasm that might have been.

For the weakest echo...

...weaker than ever in the dream in the air tonight...

Sod old age, sod remnant life, sod … memories.

And you sigh “Mabel, please...”

As you carefully place the little bouquet on the ground above where her head might sleeping lie.

And the years that tears can't dry.

The dream in the air tonight.

Reviews

[Woody]

stupendous! love every word of this. something impossible to read just once. something you don't want to end. just like sipping a vintage drink you wish it could last for ever.

[Peter Rogerson]

You are most generous with your comment. Thanks.