Into A Dream

In the dark hours
before dreams blossom into reality,
I draw a cold breath under a winter moon
and the haunting hoot of a distant barn owl,
crisp air gently numbs the warm sea
in my throat, then gently ebbs
upon exhale;

You are not here, but you are present
in my thoughts, I still feel you on
my fingers and between my toes,
I carry your heat under wraps – layers built
around the time you rolled into your dream;

This is us, here, under infinity forever, you and me,
distance cannot change anything except proximity;
and I remain attached even though my side of the bed
is cold and dry;

My ears ring, I know
I am in your thoughts – swirling in the soup
before the hard images hit and they
take you away from me,
Hoot
I am shaken
Hoot
I fall dark
Hoot
I roll onto my side

You coo and smile to no one and the wall,
I feel your hip next to mine
In the dark hours
before my dreams crash into reality.