A Dream

Soft rain

Incessant, gentle,

Patters on fallen oak leaves,

The beat of a young heart

Curious and aware.

Lean ghost,

Silent, gentle,

Emerges from the fallen oak leaves,

The movement of a pure life

Curious and aware.

The deer

Steps onto the path

Steps forward

Steps back into the woods

Eats moss growing

From a fallen oak.

He stops,

Scratches his ear,

Vanishes.

Or we do,

My dog and I,

Into the morning light,

Slow, soft, silent as a dream.