Dreaming of Dreaming

Tonight I dream of nothing but you,

your arms encase mine

as we wrestle in the sheets

of things that had passed

and things that might have been.

Yet strangely, we have no cares,

no concept of time passing

except for this moment

of touching, caressing

reaffirming

that this dream

is real

and not just a dream.

Defying reason

we plunge into the unknown

foraging together

a path that was once familiar

and yet here we are

waking once again

in that moment when

we realize we are dreaming

and struggle to recall steps

to find where we had been

only to realize

that we are once again

in that moment

of realizing

that we are indeed dreaming.