We Awoke Together She dreamed she wore a dress. I asked if she were sure. “Yes,” she said, “a dress no less, the picture of demure.” “Were you a young girl, or dreaming what’s to be?” “I wore earrings of pearl. The 50s I’d say,” said she. The past unfurls, good memories rush in: Such a beautiful girl, now and way back then. It was in 1958 when we first fell in love. Behind the high school gate, first kisses from above. And kisses ever since, in love through many times. I was not so very dense I missed the many rhymes. Her life has been a wonder, a joy that spread to me. Decades now to ponder how blessed my life can be. “Come beside me, dear one,” I ask of her just then. “Kiss me in this morning sun. Let’s once again begin.”
