The Waking Dream
Hopeful wintersOpened windowsShivers in the wind.
Clear-sky rainingEndless dreamingToo much dopamine.
I see them dancing 'round the fireEach pair, a hand clasped high tonightA star in constellation LyraEach pair, they swirl like dragonflies.
They alternate directions nowFeet kicking sand into the airHis left, her right, then north and southEyes blissfully roam unaware.