she walked through his dream
and played the violin
he sat shyly on the corner
of her bed and listened
to the rhythm of music
that pulsed from the strings
he knew it was only a dream
as she sat down next to him
and smiled her gentle smile
they would never met
in the waking world
they would always be strangers
in different places
at different times
yet somehow she would
always be with him
a small piece of
golden thread
stitched into the fabric
of his soul
she whispered something
of poetry to him
and pointed to
the clock on the wall
of her room
the second hand marched
in its circle
and the minute
stepped into place
while the hour stood still
he looked at her
with a hint of sadness
in the corner of his eye
knowing he would wake soon
knowing he did not know
when she would be here again
he went to speak to her
but before his lips could move
he woke up
in his dark room
alone in his bed
his eyes still lazy
stumbled around
hoping to catch
one last glimpse of her
there was nothing there
but the silence of morning
his eyes closed again
as he sat up
and moved to the corner
of his bed
he sat still for a moment
knowing the hour
was in no rush
and he listened
to the quite of the morning
and he smiled his worn
but happy smile
and from within his chest
he could hear
her violin playing
the harmony of her heart