The real possibility...

JBii

Frightened by the real possibility, our life on hold. Can not be another Sister lost to Cancer. I see it her eyes
each moment we wait to hear. Seems like forever. Last evening over wines she finally cries, she said a selfish cry.
"This is not about me" stubbornly she tries to make that so but I know she just can't do this again. Not again ...

JBii

pandora wrote:

Funny how the sounds of the waking world
take life in a dream...

the wind through the porch door
it was your breath so close
fresh and cool upon my face
moving my hair making us smile

the rain upon the deck
is was your melody
played from an unseen instrument
a beat
we danced in puddles made of sound

the far off train whistle that grew close
now the sound of a lonely high cry
a bird lost in the night
circling above our heads
we found bathed in white
in the bright light of your song

funny how you are the sounds both in my dreams and in life

beautiful

"life makes our dreams and dreams make our lives"

i awoke to a sound tears softly falling from our dream
her dream was my dream for a time
our hushed voice pleading to the unknown bargaining with words inaudible
echoing in the dark
our slow deep breathing
in unison
forever

"am i in your dream or are you in mine"

and i love a far off train whistle but you already know that