Last Night

I had a dream last night that we were walking hand in hand under a lavender canopy of feathered leaves, woven together like our fingers: separate individuals up close but one when viewed from afar. Our fingers entwined, we laughed and laughed; oh, how we laughed, and it was easy, so easy. The crows heckled us. "Love is a struggle, love is a battle, love is a ring, love is a bird and a plane and a Superman," but we walked on, paying them no mind. You promised me nothing, and I pledged you nothing in return; and in that space, that space with no promises and no expectations, we found each other, for generosity can only be displayed where there is freedom to deny it. And so we walked on under the trees, through shade and sun, promising nothing to each other and receiving everything.