I Watch Your Dreams

The vapours of dawn drift through the window open to the morning
gliding wet and naked as sylphs.
The air
which at dusk wafted thick as the smoke from burnt roses
hangs clean as though it too has risen from sleep.
You stir
a light motion of breath and sink into slumber.
I watch your dreams
as the waking light touches your lids with pale gold.

From ‘Heartbeat’
A collection of poetry by Marie-Claire Colyer