He spoke and was king. The barns were full of hay
and we rested in the shade of the tall stone walls.
He taught me to sleep. in the Library we slept perfectly among the silent books
He taught me to read the shapes of letters

He told me where I could find you
and how to read the shape of your lips
She asked me in the cold night air
If I would read to her on the marble steps

I spend the afternoons asleep on the cool river bank
Drawing stories in the dirt
Imagining distant lands in which-
We walk through overgrown ruins and speak to statues that sing and dance