Shadow Play
If a dream wants to come inside of me
into the places where the shadows play
because the light is low around the heart of things
then it must be brave and
wander where it will.
I expect dreams know the way
because last night I heard one singing
a song I wrote only yesterday.
Perhaps a dream weaves a cloak
that allows it to pass unseen and unheard
into the lower depths of being
and hidden there hears a faintly lilting birdsong,
or the whisper of a baby's breath
and mistakes it for my song
or perhaps it turns ever so slightly
near the curve of the road that would take it further in
but then it hesitates
catching onto one verse that was slipping perilously close
to my loneliness.
It learned the song nonetheless
simply because it liked the tune
but turned away for fear of waking me, I guess.
In any case
when the moon is rising just above the horizon
and a dream thinks it might venture in again sometime.
It should consider itself
welcome
there are no monsters here