In the night.
If everyone were asleep would you dance under a full moon, flying through the night by light of the stars? Landing upon each shadow like stepping stone across a quiet lake? Follow the hurried breeze as leaves chase to copy you, twisting and twirling in their dry, crinkled chatter. Is that the sound I hear when I sleep? Of you running down empty streets, hushed and whispered, arms aloft as if carrying a cape of dreams? The rustle of a secret set free, wild and mad with glee, that wicked grin set upon your lips, your laughter dangling on the edge of birth, cradled in the arms of weak restraint. Are you the one to kiss me to sleep?
Dreaming the dreams of such naked splendor.