Breaths
taken as secrets...

Sometimes, you tell me of your dreams:
Distant, yet vivid enough...

Between her snoozes and sneezes,
she’d knit me through her coughs and wheezes...

Will we ever be here again tomorrow?
In this place, which feels so much like a dream...

If
I say the light...

Your smile
shone like reflections that opened...

In this long forgotten sanctuary,
Wherever it may be...

your leaves
(when they part with you in autumn...

There they are, Mary and Chris: dancing, smiling...
On this Snow-White's Christmas day, puffing...

Yesterday, I had a dream.
And in that dream...

Walking through the bridge of sleep,
memories whisper in my ear...

to be by your side
for so much (and yet so little...