lucid dream

 it stormed in texas that year. real rain. 

the sweat trickles down your throat still….
..but this year it was mixed with rain. 
 
.. when i saw her, i didn’t see her.
it was when she was gone that she was always there.
and that was how I knew.
 
when she stood there in front of me I’d look down 
to avoid 
that
sweet urge
to stop…
… and stare…
 
fragile fragile. 
handle with care
 
it stormed in texas that year. 
 
the winds blew in from north.
the waves crashed down deep in Galveston..
 
i crashed to her shore.
to her sea i went. 
i was color to her coral.
to her will i bent.
 
hands i lent
time …
Spent.
 
fire wood. kindling. fireworks suspending.
fire and wood. suspending. 
fireworks…. a mending….
 
….when she slept, and I wrote,
I would write the dreams behind those lids.
I would give her the most amazing sleep.
 
to you I’d give the pastels of heaven
to you the angels breath would I breathe. 
to you I send the sweetest songs ….
to you I sing the deepest sonnets…..
 
late at night… when she sleeps,
while I write…
I paint sweet melodies and whisper
them in her ear..
I hope she hears…
 
… i hope she hears.