The Dream
by: gentle-soul © March, 1999


Last night I closed my eyes at peace with my world. Then sometime between waking and deep sleep, a unusual story began to unfold to me. I found myself at the oceans edge deep in thought, walking kicking at the waves as they swirl around my feet. Not in distress, calm, serene, just enjoying watching nature in her furies as a storm begins to gather.

The outcropping of rocks to my right slowly became covered with water mesmerized I stand transfixed, in awe as wave upon wave crashed upon the rocks. Soon I began to walk again as a mist began to engulf me, I felt enshrouded in my own private world, just me and nature in its element.

In the distance a shape began to form, I stood still watching quietly. As the mist parted I realized it was a man approaching, tall, powerfully built frame, with the innate grace of a predator his flanks smoothly striding along the sand, no effect required to walk along the shore.

As he approached me I still can’t see his face, just vague suggestions of features. A strong jaw line, full sensual lips, dark hair. He towered above me but I wasn’t afraid. Looking quizzically at him no words exchanged, he reached for my hand and led me down the beach towards the rocky outcroppings. When we stopped, he turned to me in one fluid motion, pulling me into his arms. Gently taking my face into his hands, staring into my eyes as he lowered his mouth to mine. With a gentle sigh, I returned his kiss, longing to feel his lips, he enfolded me in his arms and we stood their in the fury of the storm, I felt safe and protected as God reined his fury down around us.

Stranger that he was, he invoked a calmness within me I have never experienced before. As the fury of the storm abates, he withdraws from my arms, and with a tender smile turns and begins to walk down the beach in the same direction from which he came. I call out to him, in anguish, not wanting him to leave me. With a tender smile and a look of regret he fades back into the mist.

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