Feather Pillow Cinema

By: Fee

I thought you spoke to me last night

Across the vast white space of time

I tried to hear the words you said

But the winds drowned out each line

I thought I saw the beauty of your smile

Then a haze swept away the longing past

Your eyes but briefly with mine touched

To raise a memory’s shadow fully cast

I thought our fingertips traced a lifetime

In dreamlike seconds so fleeting gone

Where passion’s ink wrote out our lines

A Shakespearean opera can done in song

I thought I saw us stitched in a tapestry

Hanging on the heaven’s billowed cloud

Where desire’s words need not be muted

Nay, they could be proclaimed aloud

I thought I saw it all last night

On a wet feathered pillowed night

Then I awoke to think of you

And with a smile I faced daylight…