—TALK TO ME IN POEMS AND SONGS, DON’T LET ME BE BITTERSWEET

 

 

Cloud-like

 

In the dream

your fists were

unclenched and

there was a wisp

of a smile budding

in one corner of your lips

and no one was dying anymore

not even the bees or the elderly

and the first thing we did was embrace

and after a long hold you whispered

something in my ear and

when I asked for clarification

you held me even tighter but cloud-like

tender and soft and then

I knew where I was 

and why  

and for how long