You wake up and she is beside you.
She is looking at you.
You look back at her
and search your dreams
for a clue to her peculiar smile
and the look in her eyes.
In your dream you were running
beside water
in the night
singing in harmony with a child,
a girl who was somewhere else on the path.
It was very dark but you were making progress.
Sometimes you leaped over puddles
as if you wished
to be back at home
in bed
as the sun came up
waking beside someone
whose birthday it might be
and you could smile slowly
and lean over to the bedside table
and take up a card
that everyone had written in
for her.
'We wake sleeping, and sleep waking.'
ReplyDelete— Montaigne.