Interlude

Interlude

You came to me

in the night

midway

in a journy from afar

needing a place

to stay

for your shining self

and your sister. I have

two rooms empty

and only she slept

alone. Free

from repercussion,

I easily wrapped my

body around

yours, accepted

dream caresses

into the orange

dawn, slept

then awoke, expecting

you beside me

but with the dark

you were

gone. With the day’s

routine, you

remain

in me

reverberating. These

are the dreams

to dream.

Lisa Murphy-Lamb, April 2010