If I could open my dreams
You’d be the first to enter
We’d make such a bright light
That no dark corners remain
A knowing smile rises between
Like a flutterby on soft breath
Touching brows, cooling lips,
Anticipating light
A touch, warm sigh and (at last)
Meeting absolutely in a flash
Of dark behind our closed eyes
In a moment of perfect eternity
Ah, absolute and secret
Mingling, our meeting hidden in a
Dream flutters in my heart

28june2008