Falling

Again you came to me in my dream. You were falling, falling from the sky, and I'm too far to catch you. I try, God knows I try. I have to try to save the only thing that has meaning in my life. Somehow I make it to you in time, catching you in my arms. I sit on the ground, the same ground that tried to steal you from me, with you unconscious, rocking you back and forth. Your breath tickles my neck with your head resting on my shoulder, your hair hanging down my back. I wonder where you fell from as I stare at your sleeping form, my sleeping beauty. I hope with everything I am capable of that you will wake soon, unharmed. I pray for death should your beautiful eyes never open, dying in your arms as you die too, praying for an afterlife for but one more chance to gaze on your smile, love you one minute more. I would gladly trade life immortal for a few more tender seconds. But no one answers my pleas for help. I sit for hours with you, hoping, wishing, and praying. I cry momentarily, hot tears falling from me onto your upturned face, a flower searching for the sun in the clouded sky you fell from. Nothing could prepare me for your awakening, the sensuous flutter of your eyelids as they open, the low moan as you stretch your back, then look into my eyes, and wrap your arms around me, burying your head in my neck. Your whisper that you love me, and the dark sky begins to lighten, stars disappearing, the brilliant sun shining down on us. The sun seems to smile on us, me a lonely mortal, and you the goddess from the heavens, saving me from myself.