Dreams:
The smoky remembrance of last night
Drifts softly like a dripping petal;
Floating into the realm of the conscious
Your lids part to welcome the new.
I ask you softly if you love me as you waken;
I observe your gentle form…
You are strong and warm and loving,
Laughing gladly as if reborn.
In such joy, in morning hours,
I have never felt so surely enchanted;
The dusk of skin, the smile within,
Melts over me quite calmly.
Who am I, to watch dreams escape
So boldly from their bed?
Who am I to watch, and try to know
The hidden meanings in your head?
Not for me, such sacred dreaming,
Paintings of past and present and future;
I shall choose merely to love you
To watch you shake away sleeping cobwebs.
And so the dawn arises along with you,
My sleeping baby.
And I beside you, soft beside you,
Feel love melt into our bed.
And so until then, we dream yet more…
For making dreams come true is so much better
Than having them only sleep inside instead.
