As you sleep 
I shall write 
imagining you on
some far off
lake oars in
hand skimming across 
the waters of 
your dreams mist
and fog hang
like gray sheers 
that open as
you pass through 
and at last 
reach the shore 
only to find 
me smiling you 
cup in hand 
asking you calm
or rough seas

Funny how 
the millstones 
of yesterday 
have become 
the milestones 
of today 
and how 
the rock
that was
tied round 
my neck 
is the
one upon 
which I 
sit now 
and wonder 

It is only 
a dream when 
kept to oneself 
for when others 
join in to 
the madness of 
the moment the
same dream becomes 
what some might 
call true love 

It is humbling
this realizing that 
I at this 
late age have 
no idea how 
but there’s joy 
too in this 
for isn’t life 
meant to be 
as new as 
the first time 
we ever took
our new toy
trucks to the 
local sandbox and 
dreamed these dreams 
and convinced others 
to play along 

I wonder if 
and wonder how 
now that it’s 
no longer now
I wonder if
and wonder now
if what was
then could’ve been 
my only when