in moments
just before the dream
I recall another life
sunlight through the curtains –
a whispering of pines
waiting by my window
watching for a sign
for another you –
come some other time

and for a while
there is no distance
greater than a sigh –
no night
denied of sleep
would I divide
between the life I understand
and another lived apart
safe as is my pillow –
a refuge to
my heart

. . .