Monday poem

Listen here  I dreamt of youlast night a gentle dreamwhere we were lying in a field of flowers: kaleidoscope of naturethat you’d seamed, a reclaimed rosaryof faith, from broken bottlesshattered heartbeats life’s landfill. You had a questionon your lips a question markof hope of things that wemight be places to be seenhours of unchained conversation. You had a question& it seems, it’s maybe timeto ask it.