a bit of free verse...

Knowing

I lay in solitude with closed eyes while
Outside, thunder rumbles and rolls
With the liquid sounds of a heavy
Rain, a soothing cadence
Whose rhythm
Takes me to
That odd state
Between dreams
And daydreams
Where reality can be imagined
And imagination becomes reality…

I find myself wondering, if I were to
Breathe her name, would she hear my yearning
And appear beside me full of fragrant promise?
No sooner had this question formed
Then she coalesced like dew on a flower
And in a soft rain, fell upon me
With a slow, steady rhythm…
Taking my hand, she placed
It within her heart…
Cupping it gently
I felt her pulse
And with delirious joy
Counted each beat of ecstasy.

Her soft sigh of satisfaction
Suddenly roared in my ear and I
realized, that it all was indeed real,
She had never left my side,
I was not alone.

I pulled her close and as we drifted off again to dreams
A realization glowed within my mind
Bringing a warm comfort…
As I have grown older, I have found
That the best of love
Is not in the giving
Or the receiving
But the recognizing.

© ewrichardson 2008