In my dreams
I stand, naked, at the window,
a parched desert,
waiting for you.
We are young again,
eager to touch
and re-arrange
shimmering prisms
of passion and hope.
"As long as we have each other --"
you told me whenever thunderclouds
darkened our horizon.
As long as we had each other,
no loss was final.
In my dreams
I understand
you are still here,
wanting me,
dancing in my heart.
published in "Northern Ontario Speaks"
Northern Ontario Poetry Collection
Volume 19, 2014.
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