Dream Walk

I wonder if you

Are looking at the

Same window-shopping

Sunday evenings

Perhaps we drive the

same car

I bet you picked up

The same seashell,

Gazed at the insides

Then tossed it back

In the sand where I found it

I bet your voice is

Softly rounded like mine

I’m sure our cars both steer

Slightly to the left

And you change the oil

A few thousand miles too late

And don’t you just

Love the waiting

To get out of the shower

Warm water gives you power

I think that we think

All theses things

‘Cause we’ve been walking

Through each other's dreams

And you of me

And I of you we make

We will find us

Before we wake