Midsummer night of crickets songs,
asleep next to the whirring fan,
dreaming of a dream.

Screen window,
starshine,
dreaming of a dream-
you wept in my dream,
and I awake weeping,
train whistle blows,
as it wends its way on a
mystical mission journey.

I never meant
to wound your very spirit,
and I, in my contrition,
dream of an alabaster sacred dove
in ethereal flight,
to comfort you in the night.