The dreamer

You’re spinning dreamscandy floss & roaring steed a carnival of light: dreams that stretcha spider’s web of themes to land in shamrocksat my door. I’m hiding herebeneath this autumn’s bare branch, all the goldthe glitter gone, you leave a sequin on my cheekeach time we speak you make me smileremember beaches framed by frangipani flower: & so I laughto hear your voice on wind - torn nightI listen still in the still darknessof owl time, a waft a weft, attached bysugar dreams to lull me in my sleepto dream of ‘’we’’.