In the mirror I am unlovely,
perhaps, hardened by this life and its
seeming shriveled opportunity,
but cocooned inside your recurring dream

I become crystal blue, sweet nectar
contained in softest, supple form, and
float with seamless movement, so lightly
tripping across synapses all abuzz.

With joyful, effervescent laughter
I transform into a mountain brook
and succumb to the momentary
reach of wild, untamed wind that you become.  

Upon awakening, we both smile
with wistful reminiscence and kiss
sliver of a moon in morning sky,
shed a tear for our paradise denied.