Night Vision Poem by grace mariner

I dreamed of you last night.
Not a lovely dream, or a scary dream.
Just a dream.
We spoke as we rode to nowhere,
words I cannot recall.
I watched you carefully, taking all of you in...
never an easy task to absorb one so immense!
Oh my blue eyed giant,
we were so comfortable together.
That familiarity had not faded, nor had your face.
I struggle when awake to keep your image clear as it is all I have left of you.
Light distorts my capacity to see.
The memories swell and surge within my head...
and my heart, at least that part that you left behind.
They were sweet, those words you spoke.
They dripped with honey into my ear, bits and pieces of them coming, then moving away.
Just as you did.
And the daylights ramblings make a mockery of what you shared with me as I see the person I have become, at the very loss of your sound, your smell, your taste, your touch.
I am forever changed by this love and the loss of it.
But my dream of you was sweet, and comfortable, and familiar...
like you never left.
But the morning, beautiful spring arising, is not as sweet, or comfortable, or familiar as you were in my darkness.
And I want to go back to that deep, death like hollow,
to see my beloveds face clearly again.
Since you've gone I prefer the dark.
The light too clearly illuminates your absence.