Existing in the twilight

ethereal and wraithlike

a sleepy memory

Perchance reawakened by a

sight or sound

you were a dream

tickling at the edges of

my consciousness.

And now you are flesh and blood

substantive and solid

a waking certainty

Awakening me with a

stroke or kiss

You are my dream

Burrowing into the centre of

my heart and soul.

Dec. 2000