She Dreams in the Lavender Night

I flinch and come awake
On my back, I find myself shivering-
Why, I am on top of the blue covering
So tis no wonder.

The night is lavender plumed,
As I crawl under I feel her warmth-
She turns and reaches one arm out
And I let it fall on my ribs.

Now she dreams outloud,
Walking in a cobbled street past.
I lean in and listen-she whispers
I say "what" and she rolls on her back.

She lets fly a dialogue,
Hisses betweem breaths
I lay on my side and listen-
"yes Sweets, yes, will we dig out the car?"
"Is it snowing" I whisper back.
"The shore, the shore, thats where I left her."

I say nothing, half awake I mingle with her dream.
Of course I will dig out the car, it must be near
sunrise.

She opens her eye and says my name.
My eyes closed I say "Yes love."
You were talking in your sleep, what were you saying, she asks.

I laugh and say "well, something about the shore."
She whispers "Yes, the shore."

Slowly, her breath deepens, she hisses an exhale, silently we both fall back to sleep, as the corner of my eye catches gold through the lavender
night. I think of coffee and morning, but fall deep asleep again, breathing and dreaming.

Later I awaken and she is sitting in our chair.
I whisper "hello love." Hello sleepy, she replies, my you were talking up a storm.

I dont remember, I tell her, what time is it?
Its early, would you like some coffee?
Yes, its made?
Yes, for you.
She dreams, wakens me, and this is my gift.
The slow breath of morning...she hands me a cup.
"Its snowing" she says.
"I will dig out the car, like we talked about last night."
"We didnt talk about it did we?"
She dreams and I listen, sumbeams cut the lavender darkness on this every morning.
"Perhaps I dreamed it all, its hard to say."
"Yes love, its hard to say."