I was carving clouds one night

sculpting cities in my dream

skylines of rain and light

a bridge of sun and steam

I wake up if I'm kicked

but I could not sleep again

Your face was a peaceful prayer

my whisper was amen

I had a dream of freedom

bells rang in the streets

By sundown we were drunk

we danced on cool concrete

I sang and woke myself

what the hell was that song

then I saw your sleeping face

and I stayed awake 'til dawn



No matter the beauty

of these dreams of grace

may I never wake

from your sleeping face



Last night I left my body

I was floating above the bed

I could have gone through walls

but I watched you sleep instead

I could have hunted with the owls

watched a neighbor while she bathed

entered night-blooming flowers

or ridden the backs of radio waves

Instead I watched you breathe

my spirit quite possessed

by the rise, the fall, the miracle

of the softness of your breast



No matter the beauty

of these dreams of grace

may I never wake

from your sleeping face