What is your dream?
You have to follow that.
That is what is important,
it’s not education,
it’s not job,
it’s the dream.
It’s something to fall asleep with
every night of your life.
A life which matters
only through love and dreams.
My dream is this.
Today I did this toward my dream.
Now I can sleep
a poet’s sleep
***
My humble hands have made
love and lovely things
and now we remember
my humble lips have made
love and said kind things
my thighs have felt your hands
my ears have loved the sound of
your voice
and now we remember
as you say my name
willow trees grow near the stream
we sat beside the river
we fished, we
made love, we
came to be the summer
breeze
***