In response to a dream in the book Einstein's Dreams
It is nights like thiswhen the halls of my heart
are filled with moonlit sonatas
and a numbing ache
that all I wantis to be next to you
watch you sleep
and be the first thing you see
when morning comes.
To remind youthat even if life repeats itself
we always find each other,
beautifully, over and over again.
But tonight, all I haveis a beer in my hand
these words in my head
and no way of knowing
how to love you.
(From the book Selected Poems 2004-2007)