King of Dreams

in the palace

of sleep

I spent the night

in your arms

king of dreams, you 

come to me 

on my couch 

and if we slide

together 

to the floor 

it is with impossible ease

and gentleness

that gravity 

presses upon us 

so I will rise

with the dawn

like a star in its arc, up

and away

from the teardrop

of the earth

spinning at its

rest