Love’s Great Mystery
Moon beams shone upon her bed like shards of silver,
Awakening her from a dream of him,
A dream he was working out in the yard,
On a hot day, no shirt on and she watched him
From the bedroom window, so beautiful he was,
Glistening bronze as the sun beat down on him,
Muscles in his arms and chest tight and strong,
As each movement he made caused her heart
To reach out to him with deepest love,
She had awoken late and should shower,
But could not tear herself away from gazing
And giggled when he ran the hose over his hot body.
She finally turned away and headed for
The shower, then gasped when
Surprising her, he came in the room and
Playfully scared her with a “Gotcha!”
He hugged her tightly, then he put his
Hand on her forehead, and the other hand
On his own forehead, she hugged him
And felt his hard body, his strength,
When she looked up at his face,
That is when she awoke.
She tried so hard to go back into the dream,
And cried when she could not bring him back.
She wondered what it meant with his hands
On the foreheads. Was it symbolic of a
Her love for him was so strong, maybe that
Is love’s great mystery, spiritual connections.
When they were not together he was so
Strong on her mind, as if he was a part
Of her whole being, he was always in
Her heart, never to fade, it was a love
She knew would be for eternity.
She lay in bed, watching the moon
As it smiled down on her with his love.
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns