dream incubator.

sweet
like hard candy
from a crystal dish
an episodic dream
of you and i
promenading in circles
while a mocking birds sings
a song decipherable only to us
as hollyhocks bloom their luscious purple-red
in the kind of garden
we once got lost in
and outside crisscrossing clouds cough
the thunder of angels bowling
as we read from a yellowed copy
of Robert Frost poems
and me in my white dress
covered in seaweed up to the neck
and you
you in your suit with salt on the arms
from pulling me out of the deep end of the ocean
and i promise i will teach you
to excel brilliantly at sleepwalking
as we wait for constellations
to tell us why
the world spins so recklessly.