It is morning once again
here we go with another
night’s dream
a flowing universal theme
enter a house
climb a stairway
descend into the cellar
I interject my usual comment
spiced with Jung,
not as if I actually know
what I’m talking about
but I’ve taken the usual
psych courses
and I read
you said you dreamt of a place
filled with grief and cobwebs
you wander aimlessly, questioning
and I, too, appear in your dream
I think how lucky you are to have
recurring dreams
they’re like a friend who is always there for you
even as you sleep.
then I realize
how lucky am I to be floating along
in these dreams with you
~~~~~
sunlight pours in
through our screen porch
my coffee cup in hand
these early hours
are so often the best
as I practice active listening
on your behalf
so go on, please tell me more
until your dream is done
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