Dreams

A light and airy time,
Of butterflies and soft sunshine.
Gossamer wings and powder blue skies
With pastel poofs of cloud
And you and I
Were there, too.
You, unaged in youthful vigor
Me, a smiling thin serenity
We both, graceful gazelle
Drifting, gleaming
In the light of my dream.
Something passed or yet to come?
I didn’t know.
Until I woke and smelled you
In the bed beside me
And sighed.
Then rose to smash
The eggs and toast for breakfast
And face the bleak realities
Of another day.