“I thought you were dead…”
I woke slowly, my mind still wrapped in thought. How vivid the night was. The sound of his breath. The touch of his hand. The soft, safe security of his arms… the warmth of his worried eyes…
Another night of dreams, more moments fading into visions, merging into the flashes of emotions… forgetting reality and death… as our minds traverse universe upon universe…
“no my daughter, I am not dead,” he replied with a soft smile.
An amazing dream I had with my father. As always when I dream of him, I forget he died. I miss him in person, here in my life… but I know he is still alive in my heart… as he told me last night in our far away world…
Hard to believe it has been almost three years…
The heart is closer to reality than “reality”.
Your words like snow fall with grace and beauty on there own.
I find myself more and more drawn to your thoughts and the thought provoking way you express yourself.
When all is said and done what is reality? But just a dream? a dream with in a dream?
Has been almost 30 since my own passed…I was only 16 at the time…I still dream of him…I still miss him…
very beautiful blog…