The pale gray ambiance of winter dawn
Is softened by the thickly falling snow.
The embers in the fireplace still glow
Although my breath forms clouds in chilling air.
The hair upon my skin stands up, it tries in vain
To hold the warmth of sleep I radiate
While gazing through the glass at drifting white.
The shapes are blurred, the marks and signs erased.
I feel you sweep the comforter around
Us both, your skin so warm against my own.
You rest your head upon my back and sigh.
Your whisper tells me all I need to know.
A dream I had of Laura while I was in the hospital Sept - Oct 1989.