A Poem From The Dream

Last night I dreamed that you dreamed that you wrote a poem about me. In the dream your dreaming self watched that other you compose the poem with grace and certainty. Then it seemed the two of you became one and your joys increased. I was buoyed above the waters of the Night and felt waves of delight vibrate across the space of sleep. You finished another stanza, for a moment you looked pleased, then frowned. I knew my summons. I gathered a dozen images of kind smiles, flashes of surprise, a mouth saying 'yes' over and over, and one lazy look of content. All these images tumbled into your poem, and you placed each one where it belonged. A double portrait was emerging in the poem, as you placed yourself next to mine. Memories returned from exile, and deferred wishes came alive. You wrote the last line. A smile lingered on your lips as you read the Poem from the Dream.