I was carving clouds one night
sculpting cities in my dream
skylines of rain and light
a bridge of sun and steam
I wake up if I'm kicked
but I could not sleep again
Your face was a peaceful prayer
my whisper was amen
I had a dream of freedom
bells rang in the streets
By sundown we were drunk
we danced on cool concrete
I sang and woke myself
what the hell was that song
then I saw your sleeping face
and I stayed awake 'til dawn
No matter the beauty
of these dreams of grace
may I never wake
from your sleeping face
Last night I left my body
I was floating above the bed
I could have gone through walls
but I watched you sleep instead
I could have hunted with the owls
watched a neighbor while she bathed
entered night-blooming flowers
or ridden the backs of radio waves
Instead I watched you breathe
my spirit quite possessed
by the rise, the fall, the miracle
of the softness of your breast
No matter the beauty
of these dreams of grace
may I never wake
from your sleeping face
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