Dreams

A dream I had one day in June
Half beating hearts decline
Basking delicately in the warmth of noon
Clouds formed on an assembly line
Grassy green pillows carry our bodies
Over pockets of gusting dew
Taking over our time like games or hobbies
Floating aimlessly beyond the few
Over hills, over valleys, we drift so light
Like leaves in a cooling wind
We reach the end of this spring delight
Back to the start to ride again.

Noel Malenosky