elizabethlevett

I dreamed last night of this very sky

and it was dark, growing lighter

or light growing darker.

Every clock in my house showed a different time and

it seemed it was time to go

but it was the middle of the night

and you were there, you’d come back

to a small town

with sweet old buildings and

horses tied up.

People were eating at tables outside and

the apples were amazing

and the people were all young, even you and I.

I had yellow shoes on and

we understood so much and I wanted

to stay under the sky of stars with

the blue growing slowly dark

or gradually lighter.

You loved a sky like that so much.

Thin white line of clouds

just there.