Dream Dance

in a faraway madness
of some distant memory
suspended in time
we peer within

listen
is that music?
or just howling wind masquerading
smeared by some romantic notion
from some starry eyed soul
it will all work out somehow
in the end

but is that how you learned it?
or is this all in my head,
look how these angels all dance
on the head of this pen
the one in my hand
as I sit here and write
over and over,
these same words spill forth
onto this parchment
deep in my soul ...

I know he's out there
somewhere
waiting for no one but me
he loves me
I know it!
he tells me
each night
when he stops by ...

and together we dance around all those night seasons
to the music we hear in our heads,
language of shared hearts
he's mine
for always

you will find me
under the branches
basking in sunlight
waiting
its true ...

(by ajs; 1-2-07)