When anniversaries
roll around,
will you be saying
with a knowing
smile, remember where we
were that time.
And I never stop dreaming.
The sky is turning blue gray
above the waving leaves again.
Summer has not visited
and maybe when it does
I will wake from dreaming.
Just another reason
in a time
of vague vague reasons.
The rocks and larger rocks
or boulders by the sea, our
hearts become when they
no longer beat.
All the pain
given or received,
I’m not sure.  Each one now
anonymous and clean.
If you’re my child and
I am yours, let me wake
to your voice saying
no more bad dreams.