I Dream of Woman
I dream.

I dream of Woman
Woman of the wind
Woman of the air
Air of my lungs.

And the dream lasts,
Even through the day.

My head aches with words!
There is a poem fainting to slip out and the poem is like a soft feather that Woman has blown into the breeze.
And I try to snatch it and the feather swoops and dances high, making my hand clumsy, grasping her breath.
The feather eludes me and it gives the grey sky a little beauty.

It’s the most
Real dream I have
Ever held.

And I hold it more tightly than any real thing.

For a while there, I thought
"But maybe it is becoming real!
Maybe she won’t be
Just
A
Dream
For much longer!"

You see:

My Dream, Woman,
Becomes
You.
You are there, as real as the air
And you’re like a dream,
You
Are
Woman,

Sculpted in sunlight,
Set in smiles.

So you’re there and
In my dream I smile,
You leave and
I wake, into a melancholy mood:

It was no more than
A Dream.
So now all I want is to sleep.