I love that time between sleep and reality
because that’s where I’ll always find him.
The world is frozen in amber and I’m always
wearing white with a blue ribbon in my hair.
He comes to me in pink fog with his tie undone
because his father left before he could learn how.
My fingers fumble as I help him but when I’m done
he always grabs my hand and we waltz together.
No music plays but we’ll two-step and twirl
to the sounds of September rain and his car
speeding away, we’ll dip and spin to the noise
of me ripping his love letters and then hastily
taping them back together.
The sound of his car returning to my driveway
perfectly ends our choreographed number.
He takes me on adventures to pull the curtain
over the sun and play catch with the stars,
We whisper extraordinary tales in sleeping
people’s ears because that is how we dream.
We play in traffic lights and violin attics,
shower drains and teacup drawers.
He always places me gently back in my bed,
and as he whispers in my ear I dream of
cotton candy meadows and his green eyes.
When life decides to let me go please dress
me in white with a blue ribbon in my hair,
and I’ll dance with my beloved forever.