Dreaming

Remember how we used to be young 

and stay up all night and dream of things to come

like a once-remembered song

in the moonlight a lalalong time ago

and how we were dreaming just now

dreaming like mannequins 

dream in a store window

breathless and timed out

as if they were in the middle

of something very important 

but too important to be ignored 

by those of us walking by

and we could be drawn into that world

that raging world of sand-blasted skin

colors and dervish thought, like a dream

we almost forgot out of the windows

and into the mire of thought

and thought and thought and a thought

I thought when I dream of you

is that I hope we get one night

to spend inspiring each other once again

and I hope that 4 AM comes way too soon

and I hope you leave on that plane

missing me and those nights we used to have

that happened again

because sometimes at 2 AM all I think about 

is the world in dreams, sometimes I dream awake

sometimes I leave all this world for a fake one

and I digest my food in a delirious state

and I track my romance like fresh-baked bread

warm and cuddly and soft

and good with something to spread on it

good with a little addition, a spiced gooseberry jam

or some kind of cheese made from goats or lambs

and how I dream those things into being

on nights when I can't be anything 

anymore but a dream of someone else

dreaming of you turning over

and telling me, "Wait, there's more."