I walk along a quiet path; all I hear is the breeze in the leaves. The soft breeze speaks of the ending spring, and beginning summer; I look to the bright blue sky that is obscured by the leaves as I listen to the sounds of the trickling fountain and delicate Japanese maple tree.
But overall the sounds of peace is his voice calling to me, a caress in the breeze, I look to the maple tree that stands, swaying gently in the breeze, light red lush leaves waving and casting their shade. Under the shade of the tree there is a log bench, there I see him sitting, arms open wide for me.
The man who is constantly in my dreams, his hair like light milk chocolate, his skin a dusky gold, warmth exudes from his very presence. He sits there waiting for me to join him. He gazes at me, eyes a deep hazel, a quiet passion in them that speaks his feelings though he barely says a word. He stands, dressed in rugged jeans and a t-shirt, he raises his hand out for me to join him again, without a word his eyes beckon.
A smile touches my lips, the memory of kissing him fresh in my mind. I run towards him, I reach out towards him, my hand touches his and I lean into his strong embrace, feeling safe as he gathers me into his arms. His breath tickling as he rubs his face in my hair, giving tender kisses, while rubbing soothing circles with his strong hands on my back.
Silent he remains; his heart beat the center of my reality. I look up to him; I see his lips hover above mine, that sweet moment of anticipation before united bliss. His lips lower towards mine, finally bestowing a gentle kiss. My hands move to across his back and I grip his shirt tightly, losing myself in him. His lips gentle at first but then rise in passion and urgency, my heart is set ablaze.
He eases me back upon the bench, a ray of sunlight bursts forth from its shady haze. A sense of peace envelopes me, a still calm that washes over me like a sea. I breathe calmly, looking over at my silent lover, his eyes focusing on the tree over our heads. Something about this day is magic, under this Japanese maple, swaying in the calm breeze.
I look to him, my comfort and strength, my heart and soul, my future and my past. I see him, my husband and lover, my friend and comforter. I feel peaceful and blissful.
And as I recall this day, this short meaningful, precious day, as this memory plucks the strings of my heart, I know that I have a lifetime more to come.