Holding

We sleep holding each other

Between those states of oblivion and wakefulness

We let go

We each board our own boat and wield our own oars

We drift in the seas of our respective dreams

We think we see each other

Far away a speck on the moonlit horizon of celestial seas

In the water the reflections we see are of each other

Splintered into glinting beauty by fish we didn’t know we had the capacity to imagine

The storms come but we stay aloft and we welcome the rain

The stars are there to guide our nautical maneuvers

We think of each other braving these oceans, that appear only in the depths of slumber

A teardrop in a watery mindscape churning with the waves of memories, hopes, aspirations

Then we drift

A gentle light lit by the shepherding dark current of silent journey

We smile next to each other in bed without knowing because we are dreaming the other is smiling

The boats’ friction against the shores tickles us

Our bodies are weary as we dock and exit our vessels

As we pack the oars away

We taste the seasalt of tears and sweat from the labors of our sleep

Smiling

Walking

Along the beach at the moment when the sun and moon are both yawning in the sky

We wake

And we are holding each other

Again