When We Dream

Drifting together

we more than flew,

Our shadows stretched

across the sheets...

Lonely Sunday lights,

On a lonely moonless night,

not a star nor a hope

in the great big sky...

...Oh, what a

strange little tune

playing from some far off place

within an earshot away...

The spirit still wills

chaos in me,

Spinning verse within

what powers the pen

and the ink....

©Thawban