The Waking Day

I dreamed I was leaving you again

or maybe it was you me, not I, but you

again it happened so clearly

the discussion waned but the event there

you, me, not talking, just drifting

and me recalling how lovely you were

when we, not me, were together.

And then the clouds roll in, the mystery

I’m wondering, why, while you, don’t cry

I want to understand, yet, where have we been

I dreamed you were leaving me again,

the skies were ordinary, nothing out of hand

another day, another afternoon waiting for the eve

of who we were, where we had begun, what was in …

Just then as it always happens, the skies broke

moments before the explanation

I would see my eyes open

and there you might be

readying yourself for the day,

turn my way and give me a smile,

I lie back on my pillow and breathe in

the waking day.