I had a dream that you took me in. Home
was chilled as spring evening and
dark was just a dimmer light with
warm coloured bulbs lining flights of
mini outdoor stairs.
We were brick and minimalistic plastic,
modern curves glowing briefly blue amid
flashes of a smiling shade of your lamp-lit face.
So far, the cradle we share lives there alone,
Let’s write happy
So, here I go.
Happy can live there too.