Day Dream

One can still day dream when out of the dream,

can’t they?

When that one being seems glued to your skin

like plaster on a wall, while washed gloves

remain layered on velvet hands and feet.

Yours are perfect.

I have always known, perhaps–

because you are the one who visited my dreams

first, the one that pushed me along in green fields.

I saw through you;

you smiled because you knew.

You knew the passage we would take,

the nature at stake, the vows we would break…

October 24, 2013