and i see your face reflected with the spectra of colours
on the bubbles, floating in rhythm with the sleeping me.
and you gently open my eyes with your warm breath,
to another brilliant day.
i’m flying with you. high above and beyond!
and there’s nothing in our way, one step to the
and then I
Slip. And I’m falling away,
Away from you.
I try holding on although my fingers are crying
And give away.
I see you darkening and fading, fading and greying
And ageing… like me.
I have sunk, drowning in breathlessness, forlorn,
Fallen to the ground.
That day I thought you died.
My beloved flying dream.
I thought you died, but when I opened my eyes
again, and let go off my tightly-clenched hand,
I saw a clover, soft and green, and four-leaved.
faith, hope, love, and luck
Your forever gift to me.
Day 7: Beloved