i dreamt last night....

she lay there so peacefully. angelic. that beautiful aged skin. the skin that has lived for one hundred years. the skin that has stories of horses and history and homes. she lay on her side, in a soft position, slightly curled -but nothing forced. she is in my parents house, in my parents bed, on momma's side. her hands are pressed together under her face, in the way that children mime the sight of sleep, in the way that makes you yearn to do the same. the scene is tranquil and full of peace. 

cj walks into the room. ah, it is impossible to describe the mix that this man carries, so stoic and strong and bold and brave but so gentle and compassionate and kind and tender. the lion whose paws never strike. he sees her lying there. a grin comes across his face. he walks towards her and scoops her up, gently, swiftly, without questioning. this is right. 

they walk out of the room, she is lightly draped across his arms, and the scene changes. they are in fields. endless fields, rolling, ideal, yellow flowers far in the distance, but in the foresight green fields. and blue skies. and she starts to hum. with every step that they take the scene becomes more and more beautiful, and so they walk for a bit. and she starts to sing. her voice is deep, wise, all but frail. he bends down and gently lays her in the grass. he looks down at her and sees her porcelain skin, hears her singing voice, and listens to her song: "he makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul...."

i awoke. feeling only comfort.