Once loved we reconfigure as characters
In someone else’s dream come true.
As conjured participants in another’s dream
We inevitably recognize our tenuous status:
Our dreamer could wake at any moment.
We’d cease to exist.
So we do whatever we can
To keep them soundly asleep:
Another warm blanket
A soft pillow
Drawn drapes to hide the moon
In the dream I lean over
And whisper into her ear:
Yes my love, it’s all real,
It isn’t just a dream