Shards of a Dream

Pondering shards of a dream
still lingering
dripping from
morning dew.

Distant music plays
with rising sun
sleepy eyes
fading into day.

“Awake!”
a voice
silently whispers
somewhere deep within;
pulling me
to a world of gray.

Still persistent image,
[a cedar branch]
floats before
my wistful eye;
green with life
crisp in summer
bright.

Her joyous laughter
running round
an ancient fallen tree.

Just us
free,
transparent together;
a pair of humming—
birds
at play.

Darting through the
forest to the
meadow
where we lay.