Wednesday, December 9, 2020

river of dreams


our closeness is no more a thing of chance

than a river, anxious to reach the next bend.

i see it in your smile when you rest in my arms.

and hear it in our whispering voices

when the light of another day quietly fades.

 

my arms become the water you drift in

as your eyes become my sky,

slowly coming in and out of focus

as sleep arrives to lay one dream upon another.

 

                7/15/11

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