Saturday's Dream

by Suzanne Case

Bracing and alive
into the morning's gaze,
they awoke, window open
un-blinded
by swirling crystal.

Darkness left
loosened by dream-dance
and blood
racing,
with streams
of joyful union.

Unafraid to cry
without kiss
hiding bite
and pressing nails
into utterance
for cinnamon milk,
and hearing
delightful movements
of blackberry song.

Enchanted distance
grew
between each step
at once un-treading.

"My darling..." she said, "I had a dream.."

"Dark was the sky above the field..

"And I was crying to God...He can leave
but take this part of me for him to keep....

" Where he goes may it be with voice
loud and strong......

"Sailing aloft and unfurling
yet as gentle as the whispers of the conch...."

He sat up with a smiling
start....
and said...yes..."You talk in your sleep."

"Get up girl .....you woke up the garden..."

01-Mar-2000

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