Sometimes Dreaming

  (for margaret)

sometimes

i hear them

whispering

above my head

cherubim

i picture them

dancing all

around my bed

bright eyes

bare feet

white feather

wings

sweet breath

soft skin

i hear them

sing

somehow

i feel them

dissonance

a crash of wings

flailing

now falling

tiny

halos

shattering

sometimes

dreaming

i hold them

tight

mending

white wings

i make them

fly

somewhere

inside me

i hear

him

cry

so far away

dark waters

drifting

disintegrating

 in the wake

night is

falling

the voices

fade

somewhere

sleeping

he

turns

to

grey

sometimes

i hear him

whispering

above my head

with cherubim

i picture him

dancing

all around

my bed

bright eyes

bare feet

white feather

wings

sweet breath

soft skin

i

hear

him

sing

by Joan B.

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