A Dream Of Blue Eyes At Dawn Poem by Bill Galvin

She’s lying on her side
And I’m fixing her sheets, or adjusting her pillow.
Anyway, she opens her eyes to look at me.
Since she passed in our home, in my arms,
I have not seen those lovely blue eyes.
I have not seen her eyes with such life
Since weeks before that.
They had a look of everyday;
Of calmness and understanding;
Of gratitude for a partner
Doing his part and picking up the team.

Her lovely blue eyes opened,
Blinked stoically a couple of times,
Looked trustingly; with acceptance;
And since she could not speak,
They purely conveyed her sense of quietude.

Dreams cannot be explained;
We can only interpret them as our needs desire.

I am hitting the open road this morning,
To travel for the first time
Since she took sick three years ago.
And it’s the first time alone in many, many years.

We were Traveling Companions for a lifetime.

Now, packed and ready for a first trip without her,
I am irresolute; I resist; I hesitate;
I fear I’m leaving her and our memories behind,
Even while knowing I will be celebrating her life
With family and friends who could not attend.

The dream… the Dream…
Could it be she’s letting me know that all is well?
To be calm; stand tall; resolve my aloneness?

Could it be her Spirit is reminding me
Of the day she passed…
As she blinked those eyes in affirmation
When I asked if she’d be my guardian angel?

I am better for seeing those blue eyes once more.

“You and me, Babe”… Let’s get going!

3-6-2015