DreamSong

Your ariose voice is cabled,
and wears the sound of the sea.
Each thought arrives before you
rebreathe the last whisper, a
seductress calling me from sleep.
Words gently disappear into
fantasy, reborn a nautical dream,
where a musical ship must ferry
your words to me in song.

No journey of ease in tranquil leisure,
a bond of harmony is formed with the shore.
There are no mermaids riding waves
to kiss drowning sailors,
so hymns are offered to lighthouses
that answer in steady bright beats.

Each note is a promise of
hope that endures within
each song as yet unwritten,
every dream left unscored.
You ask if a deafened Beethoven
was cursed with silent dreams;
or maybe in blessed sleep
found salvation. Not in
sawing legs from pianos,
but through walking meadows in
the night accompanied by his pastoral sixth.

Your lullaby makes it easy
to dream. My eyes close, and
I can taste the distant winds
that sweeten austere sails
with a lingering scent; freshly missed,
and unmistakably yours.
I can hear you calling me
and should feel your breath.
It’s very absence awakens me
to find your voice again cabled,
thickly whispering
goodnights, and regrets.
It is your time now to dream.