(1) In this dream I watched your silhouette dress. Sounds of the streets below carried by the autumn wind. We had a place to be but I do not remember where. I caught a glance of your eyes in the mirror and the soft blue with a hint of smile told me this was not…
Night has fallen while we were not looking and now the sky is yellow tinged and tree shadows elongated. I should be sleeping. Instead I walk the streets free of traffic, quiet, and empty. Which is what I hope my mind will be soon.