he paints the ceiling

he paints the ceiling
with swirls of stars
and watches them in the closed-eye darkness

every odd-shaped interval
a single star gold-silver falls
till sleep or morning comes

dream

sun
light on your skin

my dreams are habit forming
glossing the darkest days mistakes
until
with patience
the apricot morning breaks

on Valentine’s morning
in my dreams
I hold you in my arms
asleep
dreaming of warmth and security
and what we shall do
when we awake

I awoke from a dream

we were lying in bed

holding hands

the dream I don’t remember

in the moment
in the bath
in a lover’s dreams

they pulled off their shirts the light through their chests shone dark dreams slowly gathered

do you dream of me
move me there
from here
at a distance?

do I dream of you
see you here
when you’re there
at a distance?

yes, we share a dream
you who are here
and I who am there
defying distance

sky cloud sand sea

I am dreaming you are next to me

sky cloud rock sea

I am dreaming; you are next to me

mask stretched up to cover his eyes

he is out of this world

and others

seeing and hearing and dreaming no evil