In my dreams

In my dreams, I’ve seen you
pick pebbles from the shores we’ve walked;
And with your frail arms you’ve aimed
those little stones at the stars.

In my dreams, I’ve seen you,
running around a baffled sun,
tying a ribbon around its yellow girth
in the envious silence
of a million other celestial beacons.

In my dreams, I’ve heard you
teach children the melody of the universe;
Their buck-toothed laughter wrapped
in your dog-toothed smile,
Their faces glistening in your eyes.

In my dreams, I heard you
talk to strangers and flowers.
I saw you listen to friends and stones,
and soon,
shades of darkness died
in the colour of morning.

In my dreams, I ran with you on the shore,
Wet sands between naked toes,
The wind could not keep pace with us,
so we stopped and lay down.
And as the waves drew near,
I could hear three sounds resonate,
The breath of you, me and the sea.

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