She is sleeping

Do not push words

for she is sleeping

the night is still dark

in her eyes

just sit near her

and watch those eyes

move around to her hands

as they wander around the

couch

What is she dreaming of?

will she remember after

the sun peeps through

and dragon flies

wander around lilies

she once told me

dreams have no memory

don't touch them

they are sublime

let them rest like

small puddles of rain

on weathered roads