Labyrinth

I want to dream about you.

I want to feel the warmth of the wood of a pier in a summer afternoon on my feet, high noon in the sky and two shadows aligned perfectly but just barely there.  I want to hear the sound of a seagull and smell the sea.

I want to be on a porch in a rain, a thunderstorm, with you in a rocking chair beside me, watching the waters pour out the downspouts, the sky graying just before night so we can sip on a perfect cocktail or two...counting out loud between a lightning flash and the carom of thunder.

I want to be in a car in a valley in New Mexico...a long black slit of road slicing between towering rocks and earth the color of taupe...a convertible car perhaps where we cannot talk but we can turn the volume on the music as high as it will go.

I want to explore with you, in my dream, the dungeons and castles of your imagination.  I want to get lost in the woods, lost in a corn-maze, lost in a city street.

I want to see you in it, maybe not completely and perfectly clear...but knowing it is you...

I know it will be snippets, twists and turns, faintness and gauze-like...I know I may not remember. 

But as I close my eyes I want to find you, lighthouse to attract you...

At my most relaxed state in the labyrinths of my mind I want to call out to you...not a shout, just above a whisper, like calling up to your window...

I want to dream about you...

but mostly I want to dream about waking up...and find you there already.