the dream holds its breath

and waits

for the song of the loon

to flutter ripples through

the calm of the heart

of waters still

with anticipation

for the intimacy

that comes with 

the language of the night

when the stars that bring us

a sense of home

fall like a soft tent

from our skies

and hold us to this earth

in the blanket of their light

and words and dreams

are like fireflies

we coax without 

the need for jars

and you are the songs

and the soft and light

and all the things that flutter

with ripples in the dark

the shy that grows close 

when the day surrenders end

of what the obvious can see

and we are left to find our way

to meet inside a dream

when all have found their sleep

but we are wide awake

and swimming in the trembling heart

of waters lit by stars