The Hug

Last night, I dreamt a gentle thing,

Not gold nor grand, but soft with wings.

A drive through lanes I used to know,

Where time ran quiet, steady & slow.

The sky was dusk, but stars had shown,

As if the night had dreams of its own.

I filmed the skies from passenger's side,

While blurry faces sat inside.

The road, once loud, had lost its pace

A hush had wrapped the hometown’s face.

Not empty... just a different kind,

Like whispers carved into the mind.

Then I was walking;on my own,

No car, no crowd, just stars and phone.

Recording light in twilight’s hue,

As if to search for something true.

And then she came;the one I see

In drifting thoughts that visit me.

The girl whose peace I often feel,

A daydream soft, a wound that heals.

She walked my way, so calm, so near,

I held my phone, but dropped all fear.

We hugged;and in that silent blend,

Both hearts confessed: “I missed you, dear.”

No grand confessions, no regret,

Just warmth our waking can't forget.

A moment paused, where nothing lacks,

A soul I knew… and knew me back.

We wandered through a zigzag lane,

Where colonies sleep after the rain.

Not loud, not lit, but sweetly known,

The kind of place that feels like home.

Then stairs appeared;we took them slow.

And from her past, two men did show.

One from school, with tales to share,

The other, present, tall and fair.

I met their eyes, no war to win,

Just listening in the quiet within.

I asked him, calm: “What makes her bright?

What is it in her that feels right?”

He thought a bit, then met my gaze,

She’s special—simply in her ways.🌛

And in that line, I found release

A quiet, unexpected peace.

Not in winning or the past,

But knowing what I felt was vast.

Then came a girl, from nowhere near,

Who asked if we belonged in here.

A stranger’s words, but they hit deep,

As if I’d strayed too far in sleep.

We ran, we climbed, the stairs rose high,

Toward something sacred in the sky.

Atop, a hall, wide-roofed and bright,

Where chants were sung in temple light.

I reached, I sat, alone but still,

No urge to chase, no aching will.

Just breathed and watched the stairway line,

Hoping they'd rise, in their own time.

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And then I woke, no crash, no cry;

Just soft release beneath the sky.

Still holding on to what was true,

That hug... it stayed the whole day through.