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