I bought curtains so we could close them.
Yes, blinds work just fine.
But perhaps I’m a romantic and believe
We can really close out all but us
With fabric and words and closed eyes
I’ll never tell you about these dreams I have
Where there is only a long stretch of road
And I don’t even know if we are driving,
Or walking, or simply sitting
Watching the road,
Holding hands,
Listening to the music of the air
You’ll never know that when I can’t sleep
I wake up and watch your eyelashes
So very gently fluttering with a dream
And I almost almost touch your hair
To feel you there
Or to feel you touch me back
Oh, how my heart would soar-
With you, the rain’s soft thunder
And the night’s warm laughter
Are music, music,
The lightning in my bones