Lead me away from the dark waters I stopped to drink from. Extract me from the tangled weeds that have wrapped their cold unfeeling vines around me. Pull me close and wipe the sleep from my eyes. So long have I been submerged in this place of hate. My eyes flutter and finally open revealing a whole new world. A world you painted for me with your words. The hues of honor and courage blending with the tones of truth and righteousness. In shock and awe I slowly turn to see it all. My face reflects my feelings and I hear you lightly chuckle. The gift you have given me speaks volumes of your love for me. I rush back to your open arm and hold you tight. Tears of joy streak down my face retracing the worn tracks of pain.
No words pass between us as you hold me tightly against you. I hear your heart beating and can feel mine beating for you. Your hand moves to my chin and inclines my face so that I can stare into the calm pools of deep blue. The warmth in your hand lights my face and I involuntarily shiver as the cold leaves me. You draw me in and kiss me tenderly. Instinctively I close my eyes and am once more plunged into the black void. But this time it is different. This time I can feel your presence. There is light swirling somewhere in the darkness as my mind is transported to happy times. I feel your lips leave mine as you pull away. Your form diminishes under my touch. I open my eyes and realize it was all just a dream.
With hope renewed I slide out of bed and go about my daily routine. I stand in the shower reflecting on my dream. Feeling the hot water rush over my smooth skin is refreshing. I feel the negativity, pain and fear wash out and swirl around finally slipping down the drain. I sigh and bask in the warm spray of the water, my thoughts many miles away to where you are. What is it that you are doing now, where are you and what do you see? So many questions fill my heart longing to hear your answers.
I tarry there as long as I dare so I am not late for work. Sadly, I must depart soon and so I continue on my way. People rushing everywhere about me during the busy day. So many people with their own problems, hopes and dreams. Mine seem so very small in the vast wasteland of broken promises. This one promise I hold on to dearly for I know only death can make you break it. You’ll return to me, I know this truly. After the terror you fight has surrendered, when all is safe once more, you’ll come home to me and stay your days, until called on once more. Until then I put my brave face on and greet each dawn.
Paying little attention to the daily news, for fear of hearing your name, I push past the people and on to my tasks. My only thoughts are of you and returning home to what I know is in the mail. Every day without fail a letter from you. Stories of comradery and bravery that know no bounds. Carefully chosen words to mask the fear you must hold in your heart, knowing each day could be your last. Gently weaving a story sounding more like boy scout camp then war.
Finally my work is through. I begin my weary trek homeward bound. Slowly walking my path to the empty house. Nothing waits for me, so I have no need to rush home. Each day ends and each day starts with thoughts of you. The days continue rolling by us, stopping for little. Days creep into weeks that slide into months. I lose track of time as I long for your return.
Crawling into my cold bed once more thoughts turn to you. I wrap my arms around a pillow, a poor substitute for you. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep, dreaming of holding you. Your strong arms around me, our lips hungrily kissing. Sweet Murmuring of love exchanged under the bright crescent moon. Tonight I told the stars my plight knowing they will carry it to you. Tonight I wish we were sleeping under the same moon. But for now, I must accept I can only have you in my dreams.
As my “son” is looking at shipping out for more Army training, I post this dedicated to military wives and girl friends everywhere.