There are reflections

There are reflections

In every window

Each one holds a truth

Waiting to be seen

From the other side

There was a picture

Hanging on the wall

Above the bed

I see it now

Caught in suspension

The image not certain

Framed by the curtain

In this light

I am transported

To a place a used to know

When I was part

Of the arrangement

It was not a still life

There was fluidity

Of movement

Even now

As the light fades

The sun a delicate shade

Of yellow

It paints a bedroom

With subtle tones

In keeping with

The magic

Of the moment.

When all is said

What is left

Of the dream

Was it ever shared

When you woke me

From a nightmare

The screams were real

We lay together

Holding hands

Until sleep came

You were always there

Hidden by darkness

Breathing in the safety

Of the bedroom

Did I snore

You never said so

But told me

I did kick out

Repeated the words

You heard me shout

In terror

Asking for help

As I was falling

You buoyed me up

And we held hands

Engagement rings

Wedding bands

Until sleep came

And we were carried

Together

On a river

Full of precious things

Rolling endlessly

To the sea