Wide awake,

in fully-present,

part-suspended state,

I dreamt of you –

from yesterday;

and thirty years ago.

From the many days

between.

Those images –

edges eased,

contours softened –

aligned,

one upon another.

Years —

meaningless;

momentous;

manifest.

Your smile,

your laugh –

so dear to me –

remain

unchanged.

 

 

— C.Birde