Dreams Sought

Sleep within the perimeter

of dream’s bounty,

its gift given

without thought

of cost

or of supply—

Limited by age

and infirmity

the moment sought

its coming, perhaps unbidden –

Its bower complete

with a minimum of care

a fruited part

expiated through the flecked cotton

retrieved from life's unconscious efforts--

Its loving hand

upon brow and eye

a remembrance—

Flutters and sifts its way through

into that place of timelessness

cupped in my hand.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013