I
Snuggled within
warm dreams, a grin flashes across
the peace of sleep
and disappears.
Opened eyes forget
the abstract reality
of it all; they say
wakefulness is a goon,
playing mind games
and vanishing acts.

“You were in my dream last night”
I say and he remarks
“I never remember
any of my dreams” so
I suppose
all I remember is
a shadow, a good
feeling footprinted by
my relaxed muscles
and snuggled within
warm dreams.

II
It's probably better
to forget
like a tide moving
out from shore
dreams leave a milky
foam residue that
is best untouched.