In dreams

You come to me in dreams,
and you are happy, so I am happy. Or
maybe, the other way around, but

you are tender, as
I always wished, and
I am kind, as you
once believed.

You come to me in dreams
between the sea-green tiles
in a childhood bathroom
and the fragrant cedar bedding of the
hamster who died when I was ten.

I find you in the space vacated
by linear time, or maybe the converse:
You find me.

 Once I insisted on the waking
world, as if I knew
what was real.

Now I reject orthodoxy. I
pledge allegiance to love where
love appears and reckon loss as
the grace that restores you to me.

I am no longer sure:
Did I dream you awake?
Or now, asleep?

I do not insist on certainty.


We share waking stories for a time:
We collaborate, and then not.
We see, gradually or
with sudden violence, the
bright distinction between
substance and shadow.
And leave — or stay —
leaden with foreclosed possibility.

Night unshackles what day constrains.

When you come to me in dreams,
the perfect pink blossoms of
the crabapple tree in a long-ago yard
litter the verdant summer grass.
My dead father buys pectin and makes
jelly of the fruit, the kitchen
suffused with sweet steam.

The hamster recovers.

And there you are again,
smiling and mysterious:
Tender, as I always wished, while
I am kind, as you once imagined.
Every possibility liberated, when
you come to me in dreams.


crabapple blossoms









  1. the makings
    of deep sleep 🙂


  2. This is so exquisitely beautiful. It brought tears to me eyes. Thank you.


    1. You’re welcome. Thank you for your lovely response.


  3. slukwago · · Reply

    I agree, Rafiki: beautiful. It is a story in poetry. Back to childhood? Or in the present? Are you at liberty to share who/what is the muse for this poem?


    1. I never quite know myself. 🙂 Thanks for reading.


    1. Thank you. I appreciate the honor of your attention.


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