After dawn had tinged the nightsky
on a birdsong-filled the morning
I dreamt that I woke
to your caress,
feeling your hand warm through the silk
and cool against my bare skin.
But I dreamt.
And in my dream
you whispered me awake
telling me the story of our first night together.
Of beauty that lit up your soul.
And as I turned to you,
I woke again.
Am I still within a dream?
-Melinda Schwakhofer, 2009