With My Dream & Your Paradise

I just wanted to share a love story of long ago.

My sweetest queen and dearest and most beloved Maria,
This is my "Dream", our "Dream", more exactly what you
asked for... and I have many more that I would love to
share with you. Maybe with my dreams and your
"Paradise" we can reach new wonderful heights nobody
have known before... Before I write it again, allow me
to put a loving kiss on your precious hand...

"I would like to tell you something about me. It's a
dream I had a few years ago... I rarely dream, more
rarely I do remember them... May be that one had a
piece of reality in it, which kept it in my deepest
conscience.

The scene starts with a big oak surrounded by an
infinite green field. In that field grew a multitude
of yellow and orange flowers, making almost a nap all
over. It was sunset... It was autumn...I was sitting
under the oak holding a lady against me. Her face was
unknown to me but looked so familiar, as if I was
always knew her… my promised one… I had a
indescribable feeling of joy and relaxation that I
felt almost like floating. We were not talking, but
she was singing, for I could see her lips moving… A
song I could never hear, and will never know.

All I can say is that, with one hand, I was caressing her
hair, and, with the other, her hand and fingers. From
time to time, I was bringing a lock of her hair to my
lips, kissing it and getting drunk with its smell…
Everything around us was quit even though I could see,
in a glance, the leaves of the oak applauding,
animated by an invisible soul…Suddenly she stopped
singing. I knew it because I felt her arms pressing me
around my waist. So I opened my eyes and looked at
her, thinking that something went wrong, and saw that
she was sleeping.

I realized also that the night has
fallen down. Like an angel she was. I can never forget
that look on her face. You would say she owned the
world… that she had no worries (someone like her can
never have any)… that she had what she ever needed
most… She had rested her cheek on my chest, and her
body was curled in a baby-like position. I couldn't
help running my hand on her back and shoulder, up to
her neck and cheek, to let it finally rest in her
hair.

I couldn't sleep… How could I do that and miss a
second of my life that I could lose if she wakes up
and I'm not there to share that second with her.
The night was getting chilly. I took off my light coat
and put it over her. What I remember next is that she
woke up just as the rising sun tickled her eyes. I can
never forget that look in her eyes when she turned
toward me and smiled.

Did you ever see a rose opening
in the morning and washing her face with the dew,
preparing herself for a new journey? If you look close
enough, you could see that rose smiling to the sky,
grateful to her lord WHO made her and would take her
when HE wishes, and she would follow him anywhere…
Smiling to that pink sky despite the storm that could
be threatening to take away her innocent beauty in a
second… That rose is happy. And happiness is a great
feeling. Her joy is there, unhidden. There, more real
than her own fragile life. That was the expression my
princess had in her eyes.

Then, my Princess told me: "it's a beautiful day. I
slept deeply and had a wonderful dream… did you sleep
well?". "Yes, I answered, and I had a marvelous dream
also. I'll tell it to you after you tell me yours"."

End of the dream and the beginning of another, more
delightful...
Your Prince, Rami

By Rami Saba

Copyright 12/3/1999 all rights reserved.

Post note:

My sweet Butterfly,
One last thing, I'm the one who wrote the "Dream"... and you're the only one who knows about that "Dream" because I never dared telling it to anyone thinking that people will consider it ridiculous (nowdays, a story without kissing or love scenes, but just pure romance makes people
laugh... and this is not romance for me. people prefer to make love under my oak and in my beautiful flowering field instead of making "useless" comtemplations).

I dared tell you the truth because you said you liked it and I trust that it was true and that you were not just saying that to please me. I'm like that, there is time for everything: romance, love, virtual love, and a time for all that together. And some things are sacred for me... like you...
Your virtual knight on his virtual white horse...always
Rami

RAMI SABA
U.L.B.
Faculty of Medicine
Brussels
Belgium

Though Rami & I are no longer in a relationship as before, he had given me permission to have his dreams & stories published long ago. Our dreams are soon to be a reality even if they had to do with soulmates of our dreams eons ago. He inspired me to be creative & artistic & I'm happy to share them here with you in love & light. ~ Maria