In a Summer Dream

In a Summer Dream

In a summer dream,
We are young but you are dying still.
Somehow, I have made my way to
Where you sleep before you sleep,
And you are breathing like a child
A night child, one who finds no foe in
Darkened rooms, and isn’t saddened by the
Hush of houses mute at noon
When outside all is brilliant.

I find you there, and go to bed
To slip my arm around you
And find the flesh I know is gone
Because they have told me
But I remember still
The warming silk of
What my fingers knew
You say my name, and it was my name
When we slept away the hours
Between the storms and sudden light
When we were young,
And only I was dying.

August, 2008