14 April 2005

In response to a dream in the book Einstein's Dreams

It is nights like this

when the halls of my heart

are filled with moonlit sonatas

and a numbing ache

that all I want

is to be next to you

watch you sleep

and be the first thing you see

when morning comes.

To remind you

that if our lives repeat themselves

we’ll always find each other,

beautifully, over and over again.

But tonight, all I have

is a beer in my hand

these words in my head

and no way of knowing

how to fix us.

(From the book Selected Poems 2004-2007)