by Miriam M. Wynn
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 lover.
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.