Time Traveler

In her dreams, she goes,

To the shores of time

She lingers here

As she wades in silver-lined memories,

Letting them crash over her,

Relishing each wave

Instead of salty spray, she is greeted by

The sweet scent of newborn babes,

Held tightly to her chest—

Then violet-scented curls of

Rowdy little boys

Their laughter rings like seashells, pressed to her ear—

distant, echoing, never quite loud enough to keep.

She feels strong arms wrapped around her

Tightly in the night—

Her best friend,

Her anchor,

Her lover through and through

“I’m so glad to have gone through all of it with you.”

She takes a breath

Sinking deeper,

And deeper yet.

And in her dreams,

She went.