June 10, 2017

Dreams of Another Kind

I do my best work

in darkness,

warm winds moving

through the pines,

your sleeping breast

ever rising, ever falling,

its rhythm dovetailed 

into mine.

The sudden rush

of our sprinklers,

chatter through

their nightly rhyme,

keeping me awake

until I lose

all track of time.

Stirring birds

drown me out

as they begin

to sing, again,

billowing winds

blowing softly

down the pathways

of my mind,

taking me into another life,

filled with dreams

of another kind.