Somewhere in the weaving labyrinth of dreams,
Outside, near the long forgotten turquoise truck-bed
Bathed in early rain and low angled silver light,
I saw you, standing alone,
Wearing the brown dress that was your favorite, and
Speaking with a person for whom I could not see.
You were radiant, vibrant, and
Very real to me in that moment, so much that
I quickly lost myself to your possibility,
Remembering the way you danced, and kissed.
I cried out your name with all my breath,
You turned towards me, becoming a falcon, and
The Oregon forest was now sand, and
I became the ocean above you.