When I dream my dreams I dream of you

More thoughts from last night:

I made you promise you would see
“At least try!”
Back at home,
The curtains drawn,
I am in a world of my own.
Pale light and morning sounds
A repetitious bell
Soft voices smoothed by sun
And cast upon a gentle breeze
Carried up over the fence
Up to the trees
And down through my window
To calm and comfort restless thoughts

The air is so clear today!
Cool quiet consoles
A form stretched supine across the bed
Transparent, translucent, barely alive
If truth be told
I think I’ll stay here.