My love, You Need to Wake Up

The heat of his hand

Burning through the thin fabric

Of my crimson gown

On the small of my back

 

I lean into him

Without thought

For the hour of night

I let the seconds slip

 

His smile takes my breath away

And my heart flutters madly

A sensation stranger to me

And yet familiar

 

“Come, my love,” he whispers

Into my ear

As he takes my hand,

“Let us dance.”

 

I shiver with delight and

Curtsey

And place my other hand

On his shoulder

 

Silence in the moonlight

We move to unheard music

Followed and led

Every step in perfect unison

 

Twirl, dip, slide

We glide through the shadows

In the chill of spring

Yet there is only warmth

 

Clumsy as I was

I felt nothing

But grace

When I danced in his arms

 

Tired as I was

I felt nothing

But energy

When I danced in his arms

 

Empty as I was

I felt nothing

But complete

When I danced in his arms

 

And so we waltzed

We tangoed

We reeled

And waltzed again

 

All through the night

We danced

And danced and danced

And I never wanted it to stop

 

And then finally

We took the final spin

His arms around me

I had stopped, but my head was still spinning

 

“What is happening?” I groan weakly

Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy

This perfect world had suddenly

Turned upside down

 

He said nothing

But held me closer

Spinning, spinning, spinning

Everything was spinning

 

“You have to leave,” he tells me

And his arm around

My waist loosens,

“The night is almost over.”

 

And then suddenly

My vision blurred

I groped blindly for

The man that had danced with me

 

“But I don’t want to leave,” I protested

Reaching into the darkness

I didn’t want to leave this lovely world,

“I don’t want to go.”

 

Chuckling fill my ears

Anger courses through me

I want to punch something

How could he laugh at me like that?

 

“My love,” his voice echoed in my ear

Gentle but firm

And a feather-light touch fell on my cheek,

“You must wake up.”

 

And then my vision cleared

I was in my room

The light was on

A storm raged outside

 

I groaned and sank back into the pillows

Willing myself to fall back asleep

Hoping the same dream

Will snatch me up again

 

Tears welled in my eyes

But I tried to conceal them

As Mother bent down

And inspected my tear-stained pillow

 

“Oh, my dear,” she whispers,

“It’s alright, darling.”

But I just ignore her

And sobbed even harder

 

That day was long

I hoped for sleep

I hope for that same dream

I want to see him again

 

But I never do

He was my dream

My vision

My knight in shining armor

 

But I am content

With my memory

Of our dance

I am content

 

Content with knowing

Knowing, with every fiber

Of my soul

That we will meet again

 

And his soft voice

Gentle but firm

Light as a feather

Is forever imprinted in my mind

 

I’ll never forget

The way we danced

The way he held me

The way he spoke my name

 

“My love,” his voice echoes in my head

Through the chaos of the day

Soothing my soul,

“You need to wake up.”

 

“Wake up, and come back to me

Wake up and realize this is where you belong

Wake up and stop living in misery.

My love, you need to wake up.”

Author's Note

I debated whether I should write this as a poem or a story...who knows, maybe I'll do both! A very interesting theme!!! I've never dreamed of my soul mate and/or prince charming....I'm entirely NOT interested in romance right now. this is just portraying the magic of a dream. Enough of my ramblings, hope you enjoy! Do you want a short story for this? If you do, please tell me so!

Reviews

[rae52]

amazing

[Crystal Marie Rome]

This poem is so beautiful! You should make it into a short story!