Found Poem I

Last night, I had a had a dream:

We were driving down a snowy-city street.

It was the biggest city we’d ever been in

because we just kept driving and driving

and driving without ever turning.

We had heavy winter coats on and

you were describing your time at work,

which seemed more like a big corporate office,

rather than a small city newspaper.

Your voice was as sweet as silk.

The sky fell to dusk, and we came to a mall

and there’s people everywhere.

The evening chill just vanishes as the

double-doors close behind us.

And we were walking together, talking

and window-shopping and enjoying

each-other’s company.

It seemed like an eternity passed before

we left the mall.

We were walking down a chilly street,

but where our hands joined us, it warmed

me to the core.

I was distracted by the cold, grey,

overcast sky and the snowy streets of the

wintery metropolis we strolled through

when you turned to me and said

something. though I didn’t hear

it in the dream, I know I’ve heard

it so many times, before.

Sometimes, it comes soft as a

whisper, and sometimes a

scream of passion.

I love you.