Leave me by the breezy door,
the barking dog, the turning waves
clinging to the ocean's floor,
and crickets singing and distant calls,
as night creeps into my window frames.
I turn my head and go astray—
—back in time, down rocky paths,
and sandy plains, forests deep
and hills that lead to a warm embrace
Into memory lane I go—
—I shift forward and you appear
no real face have you, yet known you are
come sit beside me, and clasp my hand,
caress my cheek and call my name
As time slips slowly, quickly—
and I blink and the mirage fades
into the dream of another day.