Forging Friendships

I open my eyes and lie here in the dark wondering what awakened me? Moonlight glances off the ice on the butterfly bush and tiny flashes chase each other across the walls of my bedroom.

I hear music in the distance, or is that only the hum of some motor too distant to make out clearly? It draws me upright and I gaze into the corner where the shadows have taken on new depth.

Staring, I think I see something move and although every bone in my body says to close my eyes and cower under the blankets, I cannot.

The shadow unfolds from the chair and stands before me as solid as the dresser behind him. I rub my eyes thinking that they must be deceiving me because I see a man, with twinkling eyes and merry dimples, grinning at me.

Stepping out from under the covers, my toes reach the floor, when, gently reaching out with one hand, he invites me into the dance and I find myself beside a lake, tall primordial trees surrounding us, mossy ground beckoning for us to follow a path deeper into the woods. It is a pas de deux beyond imagining with leaps of faith so daring that I would only attempt them with this beautiful manifestation of perfection.

He is bright and bold, a bit reckless and freer than the wind that seems to lift us into the air with every turn. It is a night to remember. A forging of an understanding that will last long after the dream is gone and I wonder how this magic found me, but it has and its echo will forever become my friend and confidante when this night is over.