dreams of light

once upon a sunny afternoon a lifetime ago

we sat wordlessly on the shore of a mountain lake

our hearts beating with newly discovered love

your fingers closely entwined with mine

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might such moments enjoy new life in shared memory

or dance invisibly when our eyes knowingly meet

even in our old age, our youth whispering

like the sun that once silently shone on those distant waters

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our spirits joined in a dream of galloping light

our thoughts filled once more with longing

to impossibly skim atop the lake’s gleaming surface

the sunlight skipping playfully after

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what is dream if not permission

to break the boundaries of tired flesh and bone

to fill the air with birdlike song

and feel the wind beneath imagined wings?

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what is dream if not desire bursting from our breasts

to trade corporeality for incorporeality?

what is dream if not a loosing of heavy and burdensome flesh

a breaking of the bonds to this celestial sphere?

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to whom might we bow to make it so

to what remembered watery deity or burning light high above?

to whom might we pray to feel that magic once more

the frost upon our brows melting away like spring snow?

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imagine my love, that I am the lake and you are the sun

your light warming my shallows in the blustery summer wind

where brightly colored fish swim toward your welcoming rays

and dragonfly shadows dapple your reflected light upon my waves

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can any of the happy moments we have felt together through the decades

eclipse the sun's shimmering reflection from that day long ago

when it began its slow descent toward the white capped horizon

and we basked in the warm glow of first love?