She climbs
a ladder in her sleep

as if she reached
the top of the night

clutching at a star

or see she swims
in an invisible sea

grasping at a starfish
I can not see.

I stroke her...touch her hair.
Her breath warms my hand

all my life
lies here.

Love smiles
asks me

'Why the tears? '

'This child...my child...'

She turns & smiles
still lost in dreams

star in one hand...starfish in the other.