Dream I tell You

I found you
when
I wasn’t looking


for you, or me:
who
wandering lost 


inside?

...


/an early-morning dream:
cold,
like the distance of aloofness...

and no more roads;
uncanny mists
trespassing, leaping off-fences!

… only a blind search
on all sides
running, earth’s round corners

...in a bubble, or a droplet:
held in nothing, panic-stricken,
passage, interrogations, (no gates!)

held in that exotic dreamscape;
an ancient woman’s wizened face;
asking me whereabouts…

(“make up something, hurry!”

~ a small voice shrieked), and I made up:
You.


…


I was non-expected:
but your soft smile arose

warmly from the bed’s horizon…



true gifts are silent ones, unasked ~
a smile, homely talk,
quiet assurance of everyday in sudden meetings…



And thus in a dream
 strangely indebted,
Dream I tell You…


“Stranger,
why don’t you look one?!”


…


/My eyes know

(perhaps)

or

Your smile…