~

her encircled traces,
waltzing in the trees;
pirouettes,
then twirls,
playfully
among their leaves,
finds me still
beneath my covers,
and through an open pane
she deftly streams,
to shadow dance across
my bedroom walls,
gently bends,
her kisses
sure to please,
soft and warm
upon my cheek;
awaken me from
slumbered dreams,
and beckons with
an upturned
smiling beam
as if to say,
“arise and dance,
come run with me,
you sleepy boy,
don’t dream
the day away!
leave the bed
as i have done.
play before me,
sail beneath,
as swift we race,
then dance our way
from cloud to cloud:
’til we come
unto the place
where shadows
long return;
where evening falls
in colored dusk,
when i too
shall lie again,
you to find
and sleep beside,
my sun-kissed,
childhood friend."

~

*post script.

we sleep with windows open. i awoke this first of may to leafy rustling in the breezy morning air, and the sun shadow-dancing with the leaves ’cross my bedsheets and bedroom walls, bringing back memories of happy summer days spent at the lake in childhood, awakening to and dancing all day with the sun.
happy May Day, friends!