Dear Darren, my love,

                                    This letter may have come as a surprise, but there are a few things that I can't, daren't, say to your face.

My sweet husband, I know your secret...

I'm well aware of where it is that you go when you close those deep blue windows to your soul. I hid away one night and waited, crept into your dreams and there I saw you. I saw your diamonds; I saw your silver and gold. You were smiling, my love. You were grinning happily, sound in the belief that I was unaware of it all. You didn't hear my light, tiptoed footsteps tapping against the shining floor. You didn't hear my light breathing or the pumping of my heart. But I heard you, sweetheart, I heard it all. I heard the way your heart thudded and I heard the words that you mumbled.

Im well aware of the way that you float as you reach those heavenly notes. Remember the day that we joined hands and danced and sang while spinning in circles? Your laughter raised the rooftops and your song caused heaven to rain down in a thousand separate pieces. As we twirled and danced, I felt you grow lighter and lift yourself from the ground. You pulled me with you and within an instant it was only the brush of my toes on the carpet that reminded me I was still in contact with the Earth.

I saw a glow surround you yesterday. A yellow burning that intensified until it became almost blinding. Most would have blamed the sunlight, but the sunlight has no place in the silence of midnight. It burned in the shape of a key. The key to the lock that is my heart.

My sweet husband, I know your secret...you are an angel.

© Rebecca Crossan 2003